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Down South Grind 1 by william

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Down South Grind 1

trap

0:002:57
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woke up on a rooftop, city breathing slow,
chains jingle with each step, where the cold wind blows.
blocks whisper secrets, tales of trials faced,
every corner got a story, no time can erase.
clock ticks fast, 160 on the dash,
running through the streets, money shadows flash.
grind talk loud, silent eyes speak more,
down south blood, heart pounding like a war.
cold cups, late nights, these streets keep the score,
got scars under my skin but my soul wants more.
pressure’s up, but i move like the storm’s calm eye,
trap beats thumping, beneath this heavy sky.
down south grind, never fold, always rise,
in the sweat and the smoke, we claim our prize.
from the dust to the light, chasing what’s mine,
this hustle’s more than money, it’s a state of mind.
steel nerves, sharp words, like the edge of a blade,
counting blessings and losses in the deals we made.
night calls, street’s pulse, every step a beat,
echoes of my past, and the fire can’t retreat.
dreams trapped in corners where the cold wind moans,
but i lace up stronger, heart beats on its own.
lessons in the struggle, no silence in my verse,
in this down south game, gotta put in work first.
cold cups, late nights, these streets keep the score,
got scars under my skin but my soul wants more.
pressure’s up, but i move like the storm’s calm eye,
trap beats thumping, beneath this heavy sky.
down south grind, never fold, always rise,
in the sweat and the smoke, we claim our prize.
from the dust to the light, chasing what’s mine,
this hustle’s more than money, it’s a state of mind.
tired hands, worn out shoes beneath the streetlight glow,
counting every step forward, even when the pace is slow.
promises broken, friends faded, but the fire stays true,
through every close call, this grind’s what i’m glued to.
down south grind, never fold, always rise,
in the sweat and the smoke, we claim our prize.
from the dust to the light, chasing what’s mine,
this hustle’s more than money, it’s a state of mind.
160 beats, heart synced with the track,
down south forever, ain’t never looking back.
we’re built on the grind, our stories untold—
in the streets, in the beats, our lives unfold.
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