Fresno raised, sun beating down like a judge on the stand. Lowriders crawl, chrome kissing the asphalt slow. Heat waves off the tar, pressure thick, can't breathe Orchards in my roots, the block sharpened my wit Snakes in the dirt, had to cut through quick Grind too heavy, watch the whole spine dip Valley concrete talk — every scar we earned System dug the grave — we grew life from the dirt Sun still judging heavy — we paint the doubt clean Grapevines distant — where it all started We at war with the mirror — mirror don't lie Every flaw revealed when I look in my eyes No running from the devil when the reaper in the rearview Present tense, no excuses, just the work in the dirt Central Valley kings rising, pain in the tank — now it burn as fuel Lighting up the tar — watch the whole road lift! (559!) Fresno raised — yeah, we own this strip! (We own it!) Ride or die — dreams ignite, take flight on sight Central Valley fire — we the match and the dynamite! Same tar underfoot — pressure turned power Block tried to break us, now it shout louder Roots run deep — light in my grip bright Stories turn gold — now the whole city shift right Doubt dug a hole — we built from the soil Crew unshaken — never fold under pressure Tar to a throne — every scar turned gold Sun still watching — we just laugh at the heat 559 kings, street got a heartbeat Future swerving clean — through the chrome of the machine We at war with the mirror — mirror don't lie Every flaw revealed when I look in my eyes No running from the devil when the reaper in the rearview Present tense, no excuses, just the work in the dirt Central Valley kings rising, pain in the tank — now it burn as fuel Lighting up the tar — watch the whole road lift! (559!) Fresno raised — yeah, we own this strip! (We own it!) Ride or die — dreams ignite, take flight on sight Central Valley fire — we the match and the dynamite! Fresno raised, tar blazing… now the globe know it! (559! We own it! DAMN!)
