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[Verse]
Grove Street saga, the lowrider bounce,
Where the smoke's thick, shadows pounce.
Na Csumi on the block, loud and crass,
Bobby the hero, saving with sass.
Kresza gigga with the chain so gold,
Stories untold, the streets stay cold.
[Chorus]
Grove Street—where the legends dwell,
Banda moves silent, ain't hard to tell.
Lowriders roll, the engines hum,
From the ghetto we rise, here we come.
[Verse 2]
Roli the simp, but the heart's still real,
Csajszi bomba, the vibe you can feel.
Bence dugó, stuck in his own grind,
Dóri cica, claws sharp, unconfined.
Lights flicker, graffiti screams loud,
The streets a canvas, we paint the proud.
[Bridge]
Getto whispers, truth in the cracks,
Dreams on the run, no looking back.
Chains rattle, steps echo in time,
Every corner's a verse, every alley a rhyme.
[Chorus]
Grove Street—where the legends dwell,
Banda moves silent, ain't hard to tell.
Lowriders roll, the engines hum,
From the ghetto we rise, here we come.
A zene stílusa
rap, banda, drill, dynamic, hard-hitting, aggressive rap with drill beats, and dark, deep 808s, atmospheric synths, syncopated hi-hats