Grove Street Real

[Intro] [Verse 1] Yo, Grove Street bound where the real niggas ride, Concrete crowns, we don’t hide, we collide. Bassline thumpin’, speakers bleed the pain, Loyalty stained in the b***d of the game. Palm trees sway but the triggers don’t sleep, Every corner’s a sermon, every shadow’s a b**t. We the ghosts in the fog, where the streetlights dim, Raised by the grind, survival’s our hymn. [Chorus] Real niggas roll, ain’t no fakin’ the code, Grove Street soul in a world that’s cold. Bassline lows, let the rhythm unfold, We die in the dirt just to rise in the gold. [Verse 2] Chrome whispers, engines hum the truth, Young kings with scars, lootin’ the youth. Funk in the trunk, where the demons respawn, One love for the block, but the hate’s still sworn. Bulletproof dreams in a broke-down Caddy, Every rhyme’s a wound, every hook’s a shiv ready. We scribe our names where the law won’t go, Gangster rap gospels in a 808 flow. [Chorus] Real niggas roll, ain’t no fakin’ the code, Grove Street soul in a world that’s cold. Bassline lows, let the rhythm unfold, We die in the dirt just to rise in the gold. [Verse 3] Ain’t no saints here, just the dirt we baptize, Turf wars written where the last hope dies. Bassline’s the heartbeat, the funk’s our shield, Grove Street forever, no yield, no kneel. Legends don’t fade—they reload in the smoke, Real niggas stay, ’cause the fake ones c***e. [Outro]