Hook: On the strip, man step then glide, No prints, can’t track my stride, Man talk tough but they hide inside, I stay calm, let the work decide. On the strip, I don’t need no hype, One move clean, get it done, no hype, If it’s peak, I survive that night, Still stand tall when I face that life. ⸻ Verse 1: Man move low when the heat’s intense, No loose talk, that’s common sense, They act bad for the net, no fence, But in real life they don’t make sense. From young I was stuck in stress, No handouts, had to earn my checks, Now they pree when I make progress, But they weren’t there when I had less. Bad B wanna roll with the gang, I said “nah”, gotta stick to plan, Too many fakes tryna shake my hand, I don’t trust, I just scan and jam. ⸻ Bridge: Say nada, just do my ting, No drama, I let phone ring, One shot, that’s everything, Now they watch how I level in. ⸻ Verse 2: Man been cold from the early days, No guide, had to find my ways, Now I step and they clock my phase, Still low-key, never chase no praise. If it’s real, then it’s set in stone, If it’s fake, man leave it alone, I don’t need bare man on my phone, Just a few that I call my own. Fast life but I keep control, No slip when I’m on that road, They see wins but don’t see the toll, All the nights I was on my own.
