Chrome & Concrete

(yeah) Roll the window down,

let the whole block breathe Queens grime on the dash with the

West on me Raised by the curb where the lessons came coded

Veterans laced the game up,

every scar got noted Thirteen on the hustle,

young hands in the motion Mama kept the faith while the block

stayed ferocious Boyle Heights nights,

old paint with the chrome low lean Queens state of mind in

the stare, know what I mean Yankee on the brim,

Cortez when I hit the pavement One eye on the bread,

one eye on who be hatin' Liquor store glow on the face

of the tired Cops roll slow,

whole avenue wired Homies turned strange when the money got louder Some

enemies shook hands when the pressure got darker I learned respect ain't

talk, it's the way you move Keep your word,

keep your calm, let the fake ones lose From the subway stairs

to the boulevard shine We ride for the fam,

put the whole hood on the line Brown pride,

east side, west side,

all day Con respeto on mine,

we don't fold, we don't break Chrome roll by,

let the bassline speak All gas,

ten toes, all heart,

no weak Backroom smoke and a reel full of hard luck stories

Studio ghosts in the walls,

all hunger, no glory One cat stabbed in the back for a

chain and a promise Next year same two posted up,

building from the carnage That's city law,

every blessing got a tax Every smile hide a file full of

rumors and cracks Still I cruise with the oldies tucked under the

snare Talkbox kiss in the air,

but the danger still there Murals watch from the wall like the

dead still judge us Train steel in my blood,

but the sun still loves us Mexican roots in the voice,

concrete in the stance If I carry my name,

then I carry my chance Lowrider hop in the spirit,

boom bap in the chest Coast to coast in one breath,

let the real ones connect

Pressure make diamonds or pressure make snakes Had to read every face

when the circle gon' shake Still the fam at the center,

that's the code I keep If the night get cold,

we still roll deep From the subway stairs to the boulevard shine

We ride for the fam,

put the whole hood on the line Brown pride,

east side, west side,

all day Con respeto on mine,

we don't fold, we don't break Chrome roll by,

let the bassline speak All gas,

ten toes, all heart,

no weak

Still ridin' with the code

Still ridin' for the name From the grit to the glow,

we the same (yeah)