[Intro]
Yo, kick the beat, let the snare snap clean,
Old school vibes with a new gen sheen.
This for the streets, where the hustle don’t sleep,
Talkin’ cash, smoke, and the game we keep.
Let’s ride…
[Verse 1]
I’m posted on the block where the dice still roll,
Gold chain swingin’, yeah, I’m sharp like a pole.
Got queens on my line, but they chase my green,
Want the paper, not the heart, that’s the same old scene.
I’m dodgin’ these traps, keep my mind on the prize,
While they twerk for the ‘Gram, I’m just stackin’ my fries.
From the corner to the club, see the smoke in the air,
Weed clouds risin’, got the whole crew there.
[Chorus]
Hoes, bitches, money, weed, that’s the code we know,
Roll the dice, chase the life, let the hustle glow.
From the stoop to the stage, keep the vibe on lock,
Old school soul with the new gen clock.
[Verse 2]
I’m flippin’ through the city with a blunt in my grip,
Shorty eyein’ my fit, tryna board my ship.
But I’m wise to the game, keep my heart on ice,
She just want the C-notes, not my sacrifice.
Got the kush in the jar, let it spark, ignite,
Puff pass, watch the stress take flight.
[Break]
[Beat drops to just kick and snare, DJ scratches]
Yo, hold up, let the record spin back,
This that real shit, bring the vibe to the track.
Uh, yeah, let’s switch the flow…
[Verse 3]
Cash rules, I’m movin’ through the jungle with finesse,
Got a dime on my arm, but she plottin’ for the cheque.
I ain’t stressin’, keep my focus on the bag I collect.
Weed smoke curlin’, got my mind in a zone,
Pen’s a loaded clip, every bar’s a stone,
Thrown to crack domes, leave the fakes alone.
I’m dodgin’ these vipers in the Gucci and Prada,
They sip on my wave, but I’m cool like aqua,
My hustle’s eternal, never fold, no saga.
[Interlude]
[Low bass hum, spoken word vibe]
Ayo, this life ain’t for the weak, man.
You gotta know who’s real, who’s just playin’ for keeps.
Money’s the fuel, weed’s the escape,
But them hoes? They the trap you gotta shake.
Back to the beat…
[Verse 4]
I’m duckin’ these chicks with they hands out quick,
Want my wallet, not my soul, yo, the game’s real slick.
But I’m locked on my grind, let the dollars stack thick,
Puffin’ haze in the whip, watch the ash hit the brick.
Got my crew in the back, rollin’ deep, no fear,
Countin’ bands, sippin’ lean, keep the vision clear.
From the cypher to the penthouse, I’m risin’ like yeast,
Every move’s a chess play, slayin’ kings, no peace.
[Chorus]
Hoes, bitches, money, weed, that’s the code we know,
Roll the dice, chase the life, let the hustle glow.
From the stoop to the stage, keep the vibe on lock,
Old school soul with the new gen clock.
[Verse 5]
I’m cruisin’ through the night, city lights in my view,
Got a blunt rolled tight, and the cash comin’ through.
These queens play dirty, tryna snag my shine,
But I’m dodgin’ they traps with a poet’s design.
Every puff’s a prayer, let the smoke ascend,
Every dollar’s a brick to the empire’s end.
I’m the king of my fate, no crown, just grit,
Build my throne from the hustle, every bar’s a hit.
[Outro]
Yeah, that’s the sound of the streets, my G.
Old school heart, new school spree.
Hoes, bitches, money, weed—live it, breathe it,
But never let it own you, keep it real, we achieved it.
Peace.