歌词
[Intro]
"This beat, a slow fry, gritty and raw
Straight from the street, where we saw"
[Verse]
Foe sigh! they don't understand (they don't)
The struggle (oh may) the grind, the hustle at hand (ey-ey)
Toe nigh
to the edge of survival
This rap, my revival
a lo-fi arrival
The doe rye (ye-e-e) the city's heartbeat
Where the roe bye, the real ones meet
The beau pry, into our lives (into our lives)
But we go shy, hide our blues and highs
[Chorus]
Lo-fi from the street, yo ply your trade
The ho spy, the games we played
No lie, this life's a grind
So tie your laces (leave your doubts behind)
Lo-fi from the street, yo ply your trade
The ho spy, the games we played
No lie, this life's a grind
So tie your laces (leave your doubts behind)
[Verse]
A duo eye, on the come up (up)
Floe sky, dreams wesum up (ah)
The blow dry, of the concrete (ey-ey)
Where the sloe fly (we can't be beat)
Hustle hard, a lo-fi song (lo-fi)
From the street (wow ai) where we belong (long) Ya
The real know
the struggle's on (on)
"We fight to make it, 'til the crack of dawn..."
[Chorus]
Lo-fi from the street, yo ply your trade
The ho spy, the games we played
No lie, this life's a grind
So tie your laces (leave your doubts behind)
Lo-fi from the street, yo ply your trade
The ho spy, the games we played
No lie, this life's a grind
So tie your laces (leave your doubts behind)
[Break]
(This lo-fi flow!) from the street I know
The hustle, the grind, the ebb and flow
Real recognize real, that's no lie (wow)
We stay true! (yeah. bro)
'til the day we die... (yeah. die fro..)
[Outro Radio]
("Lo-fi from the street, where we meet
The raw, the real, the lo-fi beat")
[End]
