Street Boy

Raised by the concrete.
Trained by the dark.
Built from the bottom.
Street boy.
Drop the beat.
From the bottom of the, bottom of the, bottom of the, bottom of
the, bottom of the, bottom of the, bottom of the, bottom.
From the bottom of the block to the top of the game, never did it for the clout, never did it for the fame.
Sub-bass hitting like a heavy street fight, navigating through the shadows, shining in the night.
Cold asphalt lessons running through the brain, turned every single loss into power and gain.
Respect earned hard, never given for free.
Look into my eyes, tell me what you see.
Pure determination, zero compromise.
Watch a street boy build an empire rise.
Clear out the lane, step back from the curb.
Unstoppable force, nothing can disturb.
Three,
two,
one. Street mode.
Street, street, street, street boy.
Running through the neon light.
Unbreakable spirit, standing up to fight.
Street boy. Loyal to the code and crew.
Turning every heavy dream into something true.
Street boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy.
Yeah,
straight from the block. Block, block, block, block, block, block, block, block, block, block, block, block,
block. Yeah, one twenty-four tempo, heavy and refined.
Left the doubt and the hesitation far behind.
Future tech rhythm with the slap house punch.
Taking on the challenges, eating them for lunch.
Solid reputation that money cannot buy.
Keeping my vision strictly pointed to the sky.
Unmatched stamina, solid to the bone.
Rebel on the track, taking over the throne.
Throne, throne, throne, throne, throne,
throne, throne, throne, throne, throne, throne, throne, throne.
Drop it. Street, street, street, street boy.
Running through the neon light.
Unbreakable spirit, standing up to fight.
Street boy. Loyal to the code and crew.
Turning every heavy dream into something true.
Street boy, boy, boy, boy,
boy,
boy, boy. Street boy, boy, boy, boy, boy,
boy, boy. Street boy. Concrete limits passed.
Domain secured.
Raised by the concrete.
Trained by the dark.
Built from the bottom. Street boy.
Drop the beat.
From the bottom of the, bottom of the,
bottom of the, bottom of the, bottom of the, bottom of the, bottom of the, bottom.
From the bottom of the block to the top of the game, never did it for the clout, never- But did it for the
fame. Sub-bass hitting like a heavy street fight.
Navigating through the shadows, shining in the night.
Cold-ass flawed lessons running through the brain.
Turned every single loss into power and gain.
Respect earned hard, never given for free.
Look into my eyes, tell me what you see.
Pure determination, zero compromise.
Watch a street boy build an empire rise, rise, rise, rise, rise,
rise, rise, rise, rise. Clear out the lane, step back from the curb.
Unstoppable force, nothing can disturb.
Three,
two,
one. Street mode.
Street, street, street, street boy.
Running through the neon light.
Unbreakable spirit, standing up to fight.
Street boy. Loyal to the code and crew.
Turning every heavy dream into something true.
Street boy, boy, boy, boy, boy,
boy, boy. Yeah, straight from the block, block, block, block, block, block, block, block, block, block, block,
block, block, block, block. Yeah, one twenty-four tempo, heavy and refined.
Left the doubt and the hesitation far behind.
Future tech rhythm with the slap house punch.
Taking on the challenges, eating them for lunch.
Solid reputation that-