[Intro] SunCoast raised him Mud on the chrome Trailer hood anthem Carved in the bone (yeah) [Verse 1] Keith E Reel Name carved in the pole by the main dirt road Grew up where the pit bulls bark, where the AC broke Learned how to fight with a brick and a busted nose Learned how to stack when the scale and the stories sold Triple OG in a folding chair, front lot throne Flip-flops, face tat, whole park knows Black flag on the mailbox, buzzards in rows Whip parked half in the ditch Still he ride like it’s gold [Chorus] He the triple OG of the SunCoast Keith E Reel when the block need hope From the sandlot fights to the late-night smoke Whole hood chant his name like a quote Keith E Reel, better say it real low (real low) When he walk by, every front door close From the trailers to the tide where the dark waves roll He the triple OG of the SunCoast (SunCoast) [Verse 2] Cig burn scars on the steering wheel, hands don’t shake Got a line on work from the pines to the inter-state Got a past full of chalk lines, names they won’t say But the kids in the park wear his hat like a saint’s face Food stamp card, but the pockets still thick He could buy your respect with a nod, not a tip If you cross one cousin, whole clan gon’ trip All it take’s one whistle from the rusted porch step He seen friends fold, he seen kin turn cold He ain’t blink since the last time the sirens rolled Told the lil homies “live fast, die old” While he cleans off blood from his steel-toed soles [Chorus] He the triple OG of the SunCoast Keith E Reel when the block need hope From the sandlot fights to the late-night smoke Whole hood chant his name like a quote Keith E Reel, better say it real low (real low) When he walk by, every front door close From the trailers to the tide where the dark waves roll He the triple OG of the SunCoast (SunCoast) [Bridge] Dark in the palms, there’s a storm in the sky (woah) But he sit so calm with that look in his eye “If I go tonight, boy, remember my side I was built from the dust, I was raised by the fight” [Chorus] He the triple OG of the SunCoast Keith E Reel when the block need hope From the sandlot fights to the late-night smoke Whole hood chant his name like a quote Keith E Reel, better say it real low (real low) When he walk by, every front door close From the trailers to the tide where the dark waves roll He the triple OG of the SunCoast (SunCoast)
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