[Intro]
Yo, light it up, pass it round, feel the vibe,
City streets hummin’, we’re alive.
This that old soul with a fresh twist,
Roll the green, let’s get lost in the mist.
[Verse 1]
I’m posted on the corner where the streetlights flicker,
Blunt in my grip, yeah, the haze gettin’ thicker.
Cypher in the alley, we’re spittin’ raw truth,
Puffin’ on that sticky, reminiscin’ ‘bout youth.
The asphalt’s our canvas, we paint with the smoke,
Laughs echo loud, yeah, the crew never broke.
From boomboxes blarin’ to phone speakers poppin’,
We keep the vibe golden, no matter who’s watchin’.
Rhymes hit like punches, flow switch like gears,
Weed sparks the mind, drowns out all the fears.
[Chorus]
Pass the green, let it burn, let it rise,
Clouds in the air, got that fire in our eyes.
Street’s our home, where the heart stays true,
Smokin’ in the city, this is what we do.
[Verse 2]
I’m dodgin’ blue lights, keep the stash on the low,
But the scent so loud, man, it’s stealin’ the show.
Got a zip in my pocket, dreams in my skull,
Every puff’s a reminder we ain’t never been small.
From the stoop to the park, where the OGs dwell,
Stories in the smoke, every toke got a tale.
My flow’s off the chain, switch the cadence, I glide,
Like the weed in my lungs, I’m along for the ride.
Ayo, the kids nowadays, they vibe to the same,
But we keep it OG with that old school flame.
[Interlude]
[Ay, yo, hold up… light one for the homies.
This for the nights we forgot,
And the fights we ain’t lost.
Roll it slow, let it breathe…]
[Verse 3]
I’m floatin’ through the block, got my head in the stars,
Weed smoke dancin’ ‘round the streetlights and cars.
My pen’s a grenade, every bar’s an explosion,
Write my life in the margins, no need for devotion.
The crew’s all here, we’re the kings of the curb,
Pass the dutchie, let the stress get disturbed.
A-B-A-B, then I flip to a slant,
Rhymes hit like a jab, make the whole block chant.
From the ‘90s to now, we connect through the haze,
Old school heart with these new school ways.
[Chorus]
Pass the green, let it burn, let it rise,
Clouds in the air, got that fire in our eyes.
Street’s our home, where the heart stays true,
Smokin’ in the city, this is what we do.
[Verse 4]
Yo, the night’s gettin’ deep, but the vibe’s still high,
Blunt’s gettin’ short, but we reach for the sky.
Every puff’s like a letter to the ones we lost,
Ghosts in the smoke, yeah, we carry that cost.
I’m scribblin’ rhymes on a crumpled-up page,
Channelin’ the struggle, turnin’ pain into sage.
My flow’s like the river, it bends, never breaks,
Weed’s my release from the world’s cold stakes.
Kids with they vapes, yeah, they chasin’ the thrill,
But I’m old school, man, I need that raw skill.
[Bridge]
Inhale, exhale, let the worries all fade,
Street’s my cathedral, where my soul’s been saved.
From the ash to the spark, we keep rollin’ it up,
Every blunt’s a toast to the life we disrupt.
[Verse 5]
Yo, I’m back on the block, where the concrete’s my stage,
Lightin’ up the green, turn the night to a blaze.
My bars cut deep, like a blade in the mix,
Flow switch quick, got ‘em shook in the bricks.
From the cypher to the corner, we’re buildin’ a dream,
Weed’s the fuel, keep the fire in the scheme.
A-A-B-B, then I twist it to free,
Every rhyme’s a map to what the streets made me.
We’re the voice of the pavement, the soul of the grind,
Smokin’ in the streets, with the world on our mind.
[Outro]
Yo, the smoke’s still risin’, the night don’t quit,
Every puff’s a promise, every bar’s a hit.
From the old to the new, we keep holdin’ it down,
Smokin’ in the streets, yeah, we own this town.