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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raphael Lake
Performer
Aaron Levy
Performer
Dumi Maraire
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raphael Lake
Songwriter
Aaron Levy
Songwriter
Dumi Maraire
Songwriter
Lyrics
On the block man they tell me to go, I go harder.
They ball, I ball harder.
They move, I move smarter.
I want it all until the day that I die, I don't barter.
They blast, I blast harder.
They grind, we grind harder.
First Verse:
Ain't no chumps in my chain.
Ain't no creese in my jeans.
Ain't no love lost, I put paws and do throw then things.
Ain't no strap in my jeans.
That's just me how I hang.
Ask your wifey about me and she'd say the same.
Walk the talk, spit that game.
Pay the tab, keep the change.
Rep the hood code of silence, they ask speak no names.
Take the Lords name in vain.
Ain't no tears in my pain.
Form the block to the board room, my dudes yeah we reign.
We reign forever, the code is stick together.
We mash even though the forecast is stormy weather.
It's nothing, I mean a few rainy days.
I mean it's how we was raised.
Most succumb to the pressure but it's how we was made.
Were gifted, like the wheat when it's sifted,
Through the muck and the mire there heads down and we lifted.
Now my people is winning, I swear we got it honest.
Grind hard through the night, same thing in the morning.
Chorus
Second Verse:
The pride of the city, the toast of the town.
It's love when I come back man the streets is proud.
It's the return of the real, RIP to the clowns.
The counterfeits must cease when the real comes around.
I'm the realest to do it, who's your favorite I'm iller.
I taught these young boys the difference in platinum and silver.
A couple of dollar bills, on my ladies chin chilla.
Open your coat and move your body like a caterpillar.
Let's get it popping, part like it's are last.
Tomorrow isn't promised and yesterdays in the past.
The moments hear let’s cease it, the weeds is steady creeping.
Trying to choke out the crop, we sowed it so we reaped it.
I'm still in awe of this thing, I mean how far we have came.
Many soldiers have fallen like a moth to the flame.
They came heated in battle but left defeated in shame.
Most of these boys is lame and I'm not saying no names.
Target on my back, red dot on my cap, ladies on my sack.
All because they like the way I ride this track yeah.
City gave me love so I throw it back, did it for respect.
So they cut the check, diamonds on my neck yeah.
Me I'm from the earth, me I put in work, watch them vultures lurk.
Praying on me until the day I'm in that dirt yeah.
Real ones never die, real ones multiply, whit now why would I.
Look down on you, nah, nah, we ain't eye to eye.
Chorus
Written by: Aaron Levy, Dumi Maraire, Raphael Lake