Corner Vultures

Shadows creep on the block where the streetlights flicker low, Glock in my waist, heart heavy from the ghosts I know. Opps circle like vultures, eyes cold in the mist, One wrong step, and it's clips, no peace in this abyss. Mama's prayers echo faint through the concrete walls, But the pull of the corner calls louder than it all. Fists clenched on the wheel, sliding through the night, Revenge burns like fire, turning wrong into right. Bullets whisper secrets in the wind's cruel song, Lost brothers in the dirt, where the weak don't belong. I paint my pain in red, every scar a verse, Survival's the curse, in this war, we immerse.

Drill life, drill deep, where the pain don't sleep, 808s rumble like thunder in the street. Hi-hats snap fast, hearts beat in defeat, Violence our language, no retreat, just heat. From the trap to the grave, we ride or we die, Ominous nights, under blood-red skies. Confront the demons, let the bassline cry, Street kings rising, watch the weak ones fry.

Corner store glows like a beacon in the haze, Fiends chase the high, while we chase the days. Rival flags wave, tension thick as the smoke, One glance turns to beef, and the silence broke. I seen my dawg drop, blood pooling like rain, Echoes of his laugh now just chains on my brain. Mask up, move swift, no face for the fame, In this jungle of concrete, we all play the game. Knives flash quick, but the soul cuts deeper, Memories haunt like a reaper's keeper. From the cradle to the cage, life's a loaded clip, Every breath a gamble, every slip a trip.

Drill life, drill deep, where the pain don't sleep, 808s rumble like thunder in the street. Hi-hats snap fast, hearts beat in defeat, Violence our language, no retreat, just heat. From the trap to the grave, we ride or we die, Ominous nights, under blood-red skies. Confront the demons, let the bassline cry, Street kings rising, watch the weak ones fry.

Slow it down, feel the weight on my chest, Tears mix with the rain, but I bury the rest. Whats glory in the grind if it leaves you hollow? Echoes of the fallen, in the wind they follow. One more block, one more fight to survive, In the heart of the storm, we learn to thrive. But the mirror shows cracks, the boy turning man, Violence shapes the soul, but it breaks what it can.

Dawn breaks cold, but the war don't pause, Streets scarred deep, like eternal flaws. I grip the chain tight, honor for the lost, Pay the price in blood, no matter the cost. Opps talk tough, but their fear shows through, We slide silent, make the night our cue. From the projects' pulse to the graveyard's call, We rise from the ashes, never meant to fall. Poets of the pavement, spitting truth in the dark, Emotional warfare, leaving permanent marks. This drill ain't just sound, it's the beat of our fight, Surviving the chaos, owning the night.

Drill life, drill deep, where the pain don't sleep, 808s rumble like thunder in the street. Hi-hats snap fast, hearts beat in defeat, Violence our language, no retreat, just heat. From the trap to the grave, we ride or we die, Ominous nights, under blood-red skies. Confront the demons, let the bassline cry, Street kings rising, watch the weak ones fry.

Fade out slow, but the echo remains, Street life eternal, through joy and the pains. Drill forever, in the heart of the beast, We live raw, unyielding, never released.