[Intro – spoken softly] 11-15 Nancy Drive yeah… that’s where I learned what pressure feel like. Rest easy Khalil, you still with me when the sky look grey. [Verse 1 - Ant $tax-style] I was postin’ on Craig Avenue wit fucking hope in a shoebox, Dreams in a trap house, prayers in my G-lock. Lost a few brothers, still feel the echoes in my sleep, The city ain’t quiet, rats hummin’ secrets it keep. I don’t flex bull-shit, I invest it in peace, Neva gambled wit luck, I call it payin’ my lease. East Charlotte made me colder than a bankroll in frost, Neva chasin’ fame, chasin’ time I lost. My nig-ah spin the block, he just built different, chosen vision over street commitment. I told twin, “Money don’t heal shit, but it patch it different,” Now we talk numbers, not who use to flip it. [Hook - Ant $tax-style] From Nancy Drive to South End lights, I been learnin’ how to balance wrongs and rights. Every stain I got just part of my soul, Every soul I lost still ridin’ in my mind. We was broke but the focus stayed diamond-cut, Used to chase hoes, now I’m levelin’ up. trapped snow, sleet, heat, duh fuck issa drought — We from East Charlotte, you my twin, we ride til the end, [Verse 2 - Ant $tax-style vocal consistency] Rest in peace Khalil, the G still whisper your name, You left too soon, but you taught me this game. Told me “Never fold when these nig-ahs doubt yah climb,” Now your face on my wrist, froze in time. Not to many cut like me, We had big dreams not trap ones, Now I’m grounded like these dead friends, all blues no ones, Bitch ass nig-ahs still praying on my down fall, Ain’t no comfort in these wins if you lost your nig-ah. Charlotte skyline like a ghost in silent hill, Like a giant through the ceilin’ I could neva be sealed, [Hook – final + Ant $tax-style] From Nancy Drive to South End lights, I been learnin’ how to balance wrongs and rights. Every stain I got just part of my soul, Every soul I lost still ridin’ in my mind. We was broke but the focus stayed diamond-cut, Used to chase hoes, now I’m levelin’ up. trapped snow, sleet, heat, duh fuck issa drought — We from East Charlotte, you my twin, we ride til the end, [Outro – spoken softly] Yeah… 11-15 Nancy Drive That’s where it started. But now the whole skyline listen when I talk.
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