Born in the Flames

Yeah. Let's get it. Pressure. Yeah. Yeah.

Let's work. Look, broken hearts, broken promise, I was raised

to better still. Mama stressing, brothers hungry, I've been out here tryna deal.

Blocks scorched, ops merking, heater tucked, my steps concealed. Stay ones,

ride or die, loyalty sharper than a meal. Trap smoking, weight heavy,

life forced me behind the wheel. Snakes grinning in the shadows, fake love cutting

through the veil. Shots cracked, glass shatter, had to dance around the squeal.

Paid the plug, fed the fam, every flip became a seal. Fast cash,