Intro

(Solo muted trumpet playing a slow, cinematic street melody)

(Deep bassline fades in with crisp 90s West Coast drums)

Yeah...

Back on these city blocks, you know how it goes.

Listen close.

Verse 1

Walking down the boulevard, hands up in my hoodie

Every corner talkin' loud, nobody playin' goodie

Heavy bass bumpin' out the cut-down Chevy

Mind on the paper and the grind gets heavy

West Side rhythm, got the trumpet on the echo

Hold the block down, never lettin' go the get-go

Cadence strictly rhythm, sharp like a razor

Moving through the shadows, dodging every laser

Deep voice talking truth, plain and direct

In the land of the real, all we demand is respect

Got the streetlights flashing on the cold dark pavement

Every single bar is an authentic statement