歌词
(Verse 1)
Yo, check the scene, concrete jungle where dreams die slow
Cracked pavement symphony, sirens wailin' like a low blow
Ain't no gated community, just brick walls and fire escapes
Where the hustle never sleeps, gotta chase that paper, no mistakes
Used to be hoop dreams on the blacktop, rims bent outta shape
Now neighbors stuntin', classic rides, ain't nothin' here's a fake
Lowriders rollin' slow, paint drippin' like a sunset glow
Chrome gleamin' in the moonlight, a contrast to the struggle, yo
(Chorus)
This ain't no Beverly Hills, this the real where hearts get tested
But ambition's like a muscle car, purrin' loud, ain't no restin'
We grind, we navigate these streets, a concrete labyrinthine maze
Still, gotta chase that better life, gotta find our own sun rays
(Verse 2)
Elders on the stoop, sharin' stories, wisdom in their gaze
Kids on the corner dribblin', dreams of NBA stages
Block parties bumpin' bass, laughter mixed with the exhaust
Community holdin' tight, even when the times get frost
Parked next to the dented Impala, a legend on four wheels
Driver ain't a stranger, just another soul who feels
The weight of the hood, the stories etched upon these walls
We all climbin' out the struggle, answerin' opportunity's calls
(Chorus)
This ain't no Beverly Hills, this the real where hearts get tested
But ambition's like a muscle car, purrin' loud, ain't no restin'
We grind, we navigate these streets, a concrete labyrinthine maze
Still, gotta chase that better life, gotta find our own sun rays
(Bridge)
Don't let the classic rides fool you, the struggle's still embedded deep
But progress rolls on timeless wheels, a promise we all keep
This neighborhood raised us, molded us, made us strong and wise
Even with the scars we carry, a fire burns in our eyes
(Chorus)
This ain't no Beverly Hills, this the real where hearts get tested
But ambition's like a muscle car, purrin' loud, ain't no restin'
We grind, we navigate these streets, a concrete labyrinthine maze
Still, gotta chase that better life, gotta find our own sun rays
(Outro)
Yeah, classic rides in the hood, a symbol of the climb
From concrete cracks to reachin' for the stars, one block at a time
