[Intro] Loc in the backseat Rock on the dash Majan in the pocket Count it up fast (yeah)
[Verse 1] Pull up Whole block lookin' like a stage Cheap shades Big plans I ain’t on a wage Sticker on the bottle Peel it while I laugh Life on the edge of a screenshot Flash
Loc got the route Says “left Then right” Rock got a scar from a stupid fight Majan in a jar like a secret stash Dreams in the trunk with the old gym bag
[Chorus] Loc and Rock Majan We don’t break We bend Started out with nothing Now we spend We spend Loc and Rock Majan Whole crew Same plan If you wasn’t with us You won’t understand
[Verse 2] Basement smoke One mic One chair Three kids loud like they own the air Phone on the floor with a cracked glass face Beat on loop Hearts on race
Loc say “post it ” Rock say “wait” Majan in the middle yell “drop that tape” Neighbors bang walls But the words too strong Turn the volume up Let it prove them wrong (yeah)
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[Bridge] From the late bus rides To the late night shows From the last in line To the front row glow Say the names out loud Like a war drum chant Loc and Rock Majan Print it on the flag
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Musikstil
rock, High-energy Latin trap meets Balkan brass and distorted guitars; male vocals spitting tight rhythm over a swaggering halftime groove. Hook explodes with gang chants, blaring horns, and stacked shouts; verses stay punchy and percussive with plenty of ad-libs and stop‑and‑go drops for crowd bounce.