Fear, Life

90-20s gangsta rap, 90-95 bpm, triple hi-hats, snare & claps bar 2-4, piano note minor, man vocal

V3.5

You sit in meetings, making the rules,
But on the block, bullets speak louder than any tools.
Power measured by who’s thirstier for the fight,
Fear’s gone, just see who’s crazier at the edge of the night.

Gangs rule not with sweet promises,
But with blood, every step’s sharp and vicious.
They don’t wait for mercy,
Eyes burning, ready to kill for power endlessly.

Hook:
Here, power’s not about the name,
You’re strong, you survive, or you vanish in the game.
The streets don’t care who’s the smartest player,
Only those with bullets can be the last stayer.

Verse 2:
You think you’re high up? The streets are ready to pull you down,
Gangs are crueler than laws, no mercy in the sound of gun rounds.
One wrong word, you’re gone without a trace,
Cops may look, but nobody’s giving up the pace.

Power’s like fire, the closer you get, the more you burn,
Friends turn foes, blood rules hard as the world turns.
You gotta take what you can, or crumble at their feet,
The block doesn’t play nice, you better be ready for the heat.

They say life’s all about choices,
But here, there’s no path unless you play with loud voices.
The gang sees weakness? That’s a sign to erase,
In this hood, only power can keep you in place.

Verse 3:
In this rough environment, you learn fast or die young,
You can’t trust anyone, not even your own blood under the sun.
Power ain’t for the ones scared to take risks,
Here, all there is are those who know how to play with fire and clips.

Every decision feels like a bet on life,
One wrong move, and your death’s profit for those sharp with a knife.
Your mind’s gotta be sharper than blades,
‘Cause in this place, your own friend could stab you from behind in the shade.

Power’s not free, you pay with blood every mile,
The higher you climb, the more that want to see you defiled.
But you gotta keep going, or disappear like the breeze,
The gang sees you stumble, they come, and you’ll never seize.

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Verse 1: At the top of the tower, you think you’re safe? But down below, gangs are waiting for you to fall without a trace. Eyes watching from every street corner, You think you’re a king? They’re ready to take the throne without an honor. You sit in meetings, making the rules, But on the block, bullets speak louder than any tools. Power measured by who’s thirstier for the fight, Fear’s gone, just see who’s crazier at the edge of the night. Gangs rule not with sweet promises, But with blood, every step’s sharp and vicious. They don’t wait for mercy, Eyes burning, ready to kill for power endlessly. Hook: Here, power’s not about the name, You’re strong, you survive, or you vanish in the game. The streets don’t care who’s the smartest player, Only those with bullets can be the last stayer. Verse 2: You think you’re high up? The streets are ready to pull you down, Gangs are crueler than laws, no mercy in the sound of gun rounds. One wrong word, you’re gone without a trace, Cops may look, but nobody’s giving up the pace. Power’s like fire, the closer you get, the more you burn, Friends turn foes, blood rules hard as the world turns. You gotta take what you can, or crumble at their feet, The block doesn’t play nice, you better be ready for the heat. They say life’s all about choices, But here, there’s no path unless you play with loud voices. The gang sees weakness? That’s a sign to erase, In this hood, only power can keep you in place. Hook: Here, power’s not about the name, You’re strong, you survive, or you vanish in the game. The streets don’t care who’s the smartest player, Only those with bullets can be the last stayer. Verse 3: In this rough environment, you learn fast or die young, You can’t trust anyone, not even your own blood under the sun. Power ain’t for the ones scared to take risks, Here, all there is are those who know how to play with fire and clips. Every decision feels like a bet on life, One wrong move, and your death’s profit for those sharp with a knife. Your mind’s gotta be sharper than blades, ‘Cause in this place, your own friend could stab you from behind in the shade. Power’s not free, you pay with blood every mile, The higher you climb, the more that want to see you defiled. But you gotta keep going, or disappear like the breeze, The gang sees you stumble, they come, and you’ll never seize. Hook: Here, power’s not about the name, You’re strong, you survive, or you vanish in the game. The streets don’t care who’s the smartest player, Only those with bullets can be the last stayer. © Copyright (Lyric By XYZ 2KIV)

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