[intro] (...Aight) (yeah) (C’mon) [Verse] Brick glow — on the block, Kinda tragic — before it dropped. Lipstick smear — on the cup, Niike keeps spinnin’ — lies stack up. [Bulid-up] (All) (right) [delay fx]: “riiiight...right...right...” [Gospel chours] Project walls peeling, I seen it before, Receipts in heer pocket, ink turned gold. A buck short at the corner-store door, Don’t even ask — I heard it before. Every step lift steam off the street, Bloock dogs bark [dog barking fx, echoing] — they know that beat. Ain’t preachin’, just killin’ time past midnight, Folded quiet under hood light. [delay fx:] “light...light...light...” [Verse] City coughs its broken tune, Storefronts hum, they lie too soon. We chase them habits we swore we’d quit, On cracked stone where the weeds still sit. [street noise, faint police siren in distance] [Bridge women pop] (“Yo, last call, man!”) / (“You good, shorty?”) (All) (right) [delay fx:] “shorty...shorty...” (C’mon) [Verse] And I confess, under the drone, This messy life still feel like home. (like home) [delay fx:] “home...home...ho-o-ome” (Home) (under the drone) (Drone....) (Home) [Verse] Bus stop — shelter worn, Tired eyes — carry storm. Cold fries — left in the tray, Another tale — driftin’ away... [ambient chatter, footsteps fading] [Pre-chorus] (All) (right) [delay fx]: “riiiight...riight...” [Chorus] Project walls peeling, I seen it before, Receipts in heer pocket, ink turned gold. A buck short at the corner-store door, Don’t even ask — I heard it before. Every step lift steam off the street, Bloock dogs bark [ barking fx, echo reverb] — they know that beat. Ain’t preachin’, just killin’ time past midnight, Folded quiet under hood light. [outro] Step on the block, stone under my kicks, Corner store hustle, cash flip, quick tricks, Storm rollin’ in, streets talk, no fix. Stuck in the bus jam, hands caught in the door mix. [End]
