From the block to the streets

(Vocals)
From the block to the top, now the talk never stops,
Used to rock with the flock, now we pop with the drop,
Hoodvibes in the shop, got the style on lock,
Tried to knock what we got, but we shot through the shock.

Ayo, Chad tried to chat with that whack little plot,
Ran a hate campaign, now we laugh at the loss,
Thanks for the fuel, now the brand got hot,
Every stab that you planned made the fam get frost.

Never cared for the likes, they just pixels and blips,
While your thumbs do the twitch, we be flippin’ the script,
From the grit to the stitch, every thread got a twist,
Every fit that we drip, got ‘em clenchin’ their fists.

See, they mimicked our moves, tried to copy the codes,
But we ghost through the groove while they froze in their roles,
Got the globe in a chokehold, holdin' the gold,
Now the name ringin' loud from the block to the roads.

We got roots in the struggle, grew truth in the rubble,
Built a booth from the hustle, made suits from the trouble,
Now the youth wanna double what we do in a bubble,
While you snooze in a puddle, we maneuver and muscle.

No co-sign, no leash, no leash on the beast,
Went from least on the street to the feast of the feast,
And the fleece got the crease, got the team lookin' sleek,
Got ‘em peepin’ the piece like it preachin’ to priests.

Don’t mention the States, yeah we nod to the greats,
But we carve our own fate, never barter or fake,
We don't ride on the waves, we just spark up the lake,
Turn the hate into cake, now the margins inflate.

Yeah, we breakin’ the rules, make the rich look confused,
Got no class but the schools wanna copy the moves,
And the tools that we use ain’t approved by the suits,
But the proof in the boots, not the news or the views.

Got no PR stunt, no pump for the crowd,
Just the raw from the ground and the love from the sound,
Now the people that clown try to come back around,
But the door that we found ain’t for tourists in town.

They was sleepin' on us, now they twitch from the dream,
Cuz the fits lookin’ clean like a glitch in the screen,
Used to say we was mean, now we lit up the scene,
Now the stitch in the seams make ‘em itch with the lean.

We don’t do it for stats, we don’t move with the apps,
All the likes in the back never prove what we rap,
Got the proof in the packs, from the youth in the flats,
To the suits in the slacks now recruitin’ the facts.

Chad? Yeah, you boosted the brand with the drama,
Got us viral, you a part of the saga,
Thanks for the smoke, now we cook like a mama,
Every jab that you poke made the armor get harder.

Now we march like a tide through the nationwide veins,
From the South to the North, yeah, they chantin’ our name,
From the West to the East, we got people amazed,
Now the streets on their feet when we drop a new wave.

We don't follow no script, we just scribble the path,
While you mimic and trip, we just giggle and dash,
Tried to trap us in tags, but we riddled the glass,
Now we shatter the past with the glitter of wrath.