wrightsgaming[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Grove Street beats thumpin’ in the trunk, speakers crack the pavement,
East Coast crown, we reign heavy, bassline chasin’ pavement.
Grit in the rhythm, chrome gleam under streetlight haze,
Fists to the sky, rebel cries through the smoggy maze.
Aim for the crown, no surrender, lyrics loaded blunt,
Concrete jungle poet, spittin’ fire from the front.
[Chorus]
Gangsta rap anthem, where the bassline never sleeps,
Grove Street echoes, every shadow hums the b**t.
Trunk rattlin’, rebellion in the rearview flick,
East Coast bred, we don’t bend—every verse a brick.
[Verse 2]
Graffiti stains the walls, stories etched in black and gray,
Boom-bap soul, raw grind, we don’t fade away.
Sirens wail, but the rhythm’s louder, d***n the noise,
Two turntables, one mic—kings of the asphalt void.
Chain-links clank, boots stomp, unity in the cipher,
Legends in the making, flames higher, higher, higher.
[Verse 3]
Loyalty in the bloodline, code scribed on every block,
Steel-eyed, straight-backed, never flinch from the clock.
Subwoofers preach the truth where the system stays corrupt,
Grove Street’s heartbeat thumps—ain’t no stoppin’ us.
[Outro]