I'm back from my pilgrimage and I'm 500k richer real nigga been to hell and back and I'm hoping things will be better this time my guys.

lil pantsag is back

Bentley Coupe

Bloods 2024 - Zishan Hughes [BLOODS]

TUTTOK X POLVERE (SHIVA X NAYT)

[Verse 1]
Yo, I was raised where the sun haze and the gun sprays, livin' in L.A.'s maze,  
Crip blue on the crew, but the blood stays—bodies drop, and the blood weighs.  
Corner posted, like homies never dazed, pipe in the waistband, clips loaded—  
I ain't playin' in the land of locs, vatos rollin', Chicano blocks got 'em explodin'.  
  
Piru or blue? Choose or lose quick, better move slick,  
Fool's quick to pull sticks, you either cool, or you fully clipped.  
They say respect the set, or get stretched—death's the debt you owe,  
But I keep my pride, five deep, ridin' when the tension grows.  
  
Pressure's heavy, Chevy low, and I ain't hesitatin',  
Navigatin' streets dark, while the devil's waitin'.  
Brothers trigger-happy, envyin', flashin' fast cash,  
But I be mashin' past traps, tryna outlast that blast.  
  
[Chorus]  
I seen the ghettos rise, seen the ghettos fall,  
Livin' by the code, dodgin' death, standin' tall.  
Bullets fly, homies die, but I won't fall,  
Navigatin' L.A.'s streets, I'ma conquer it all.  
  
[Verse 2]
Concrete jungle, strapped like we all hunters,  
Flippin' bundles, Crips and Pirus thunder on the summers.  
Blood on the curb got you lookin' over shoulders,  
Cholo's colors on the vest, don't forget it when they roll up.  
  
Homie, I seen it—homie, I lived it, legit wit' it 
The skill to pivot, or you'll drown in the grip quick,  
Bricks, clips, myths turned real when the heat sticks,  
Better zip lips, or you'll sleep through them street risks.  
  
I talk to God bout makin' it through all the static,  
Automatic in the waist, tragic what the cash did.  
Homies flash steel, ain't no love that's real,  
In the 'jects, it's all neglect, they deal pain like pills, uh.  
  
Quick decisions, make 'em fast or end in collision,  
Vision blurry, but I rise like a king on a mission.  
A Crip stack, Blood rack, homie, it's the same track—  
Run it back, flippin' out the trap, but I ain't tryna lack.

[Chorus]  
I seen the ghettos rise, seen the ghettos fall,  
Livin' by the code, dodgin' death, standin' tall.  
Bullets fly, homies die, but I won't fall,  
Navigatin' L.A.'s streets, I'ma conquer it all.  
  
[Verse 3]
Brown pride in the veins, vatos in the varrios,  
Dodgin' federales and crooked cops in the narrow rows.  
Players dealt stress, chest heavy from the brown & blue,  
Actin' cool gets you rocked—you ain't down, we see through.  
  
Chicano steel, never kneel, we pack the heat right,  
Flex 'n' peel out the whip, rollin' deep through the streetlights.  
Ain't trustin' nothin', homie bluffin', end up six feet under,  
Mama cryin' from the blunder, life flashes, makes you wonder.  
  
But I ain't foldin', still controllin' my zone,  
Got a mind full of pain but it's holdin' my throne.  
Enemies everywhere, but I dance in the fire,  
Never hand it to liars, every pass, I'm climbin' higher.  
  
Sound of sirens singin', I ain't blinkin', what you thinkin'?  
This the life in L.A., where crooked smiles leave you sinkin'.  
I pray for peace, but stay gripped with the chrome,  
In this land of lost souls, only losin' gets you home.

[Chorus]  
I seen the ghettos rise, seen the ghettos fall,  
Livin' by the code, dodgin' death, standin' tall.  
Bullets fly, homies die, but I won't fall,  
Navigatin' L.A.'s streets, I'ma conquer it all.  

I seen the ghettos rise, seen the ghettos fall.

I seen the ghettos rise, seen the ghettos fall,  
Livin' by the code, dodgin' death, standin' tall.  
Bullets fly, homies die, but I won't fall,  
Navigatin' L.A.'s streets, I'ma conquer it all.  


Gangland

meaw

J Rydah x Young Drummer Boy- Everywhere I Go(DJ Taka Remix)

Prod.Edificioceza  FAST CASH LIL DURK

oh yeah I'm old but drive demand,
I plan to stand and swing
I still can't bring my self sit 
through this fucking thing

I drag along this pain, 
but still resent the drama
and what's a man if he don't 
really love his mama
and what's the plan , understand,
I just need to know
that my brain's not full of spam, and girl that I'm still in control
and I can tap the flow to extract these feelings though,
every evening yo, I crawl up inside of this microphone
I'm living in the mesh, and not my flesh, but through the wire
my imagination soars and these words ignite to fire
and baby I'm so thug that nightly I be hiding, 
you never know from which direction bullets come in flying
it's better than some places where nightly they be dying
and I ain't even lying, bitch, here you got it good...
so stop your fucking whinning bitch, at least were in the hood...
I'm like that living wood, and just so misunderstood,
but like my friends say it's all good

I grew up in a few hoods, end up with mixed blood,
know me a few crips, my friends they be thugs,
I grew up in a few hoods, know me a few bloods,
took me a few licks, my friends they be thugs,

oh yeah I might be old but here I am to drive demand
I plan to work it hard, or better yet, just work that plan,
how the fuck could I stand to just sit back and follow,
and leave the world abandoned with no voice of tommorrow
I borrow your attention for a moment so just listen
an actor or politician, tell me whats the difference,
They're all just fucking liars and that bullshit they've been spewing 
is the same shit they've been using since we wrote the constitution,
abusing and misusing power in the name of freedom
and eluding to intentions that we know are just a meat hook
you can claim it's all for good, and that your just misunderstood,
but I grew up in the hustle and recognize the hood....

I grew up in a few hoods, end up with mixed blood,
know me a few crips, my friends they be thugs,
I grew up in a few hoods, know me a few bloods,
took me a few licks, my friends they be thugs,

Mixed Blood

My ticket out of the hood

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