Lyrics

They chasing clout while I’m chasing my seed's laughter,
Fools stuck in the past, shadows of disaster.
Corner boys turned corner men, stuck in rewind,
I’m raising kings and queens, while they raising crime
Concrete jungle, roots in the cracks,
Old heads runnin' wild, still chasin' stacks.
Sons of the block, now they sons of regret,
Clock hands spinnin', but they ain’t learned yet.

Streetlights flicker, they dance with the dark,
I chose a crib over corners, a flame, not a spark.
Diapers and dinner plates, my hustle redefined,
Built a home from the rubble, left the streets behind.

[Chorus]
Family over streets, blood over bricks,
Love over hustle, no tricks, no licks.
I ain’t runnin' with ghosts, I’m raisin' my seed,
Chose legacy over greed, that’s the creed I bleed.

[Verse 2]
Crib’s full of laughter, no echoes of shots,
They call me soft 'cause I don’t rep the blocks.
But the hardest thing's peace in a world that’s insane,
Break the cycle, not the bank, real wealth in the vein.

My lil’ man’s eyes, brighter than a gold chain,
He got dreams, not nightmares of a cell or a stain.
I build, not destroy, I plant, not plunder,
Left the thunder for the rain, let my name go under.

[Chorus]
Family over streets, blood over bricks,
Love over hustle, no tricks, no licks.
I ain’t runnin' with ghosts, I’m raisin' my seed,
Chose legacy over greed, that’s the creed I bleed.