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Z-Tree Anthem — Rise & Ride by Vincent

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Z-Tree Anthem — Rise & Ride

Hip Hop

0:002:49
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Hey, yo, this is your boy Z-Tree, man — yeah. Hey, yo, this is your boy Z-Tree, man — dang.)
Sparse, breathing room for bars, from cracked stoops, our ninth in pine, I learned to bend, not break.
Palm full of pennies, palm full of plans, made every move awake. Roots in the grit, sap in my veins, I grew through factory smoke.
Three-finger salute, that′s my sign, the crowd knows the joke. Cut my teeth on late-shift freestyle, subway sparks and static nights.
Mama said, keep your blade clean, son, I sharpen words to fights. I move like a canopy, shade for the small, shelter from rain.
Branches hold the stories, bark remembers every pain.
Now listen close, rhythm in my ribcage, conflict to cadence, from hand-me-down dreams to headline pages.
I made my way, patient. Hey, yo, this is your boy Z-Tree, man — ride with me.
Z-Tree anthem loud, free we ride. Z-Tree anthem loud, free we ride.
Now the lights hit different, rooftop reflections like coins, I stitch the skyline with my verses.
Flip-mips in a point scene at your move, the tree nod, lean back, then spring forward.
A whisper of thunder when the beat drops, my name carved on street board.
From busted windows to sold-out shows, we traded coal for chrome.
Stole minutes for midnight and turned them into a home.
I count wins in overdue letters, stamps soaked in hope.
Every fight I fought was fertilizer, watch how the garden grow.
Hey, yo, this is your boy Z-Tree, man — come on!
Z-Tree anthem loud, free we ride. Z-Tree anthem loud, free we ride.
Beat dips, I spit quicks at the stands to hustle to him.
School of hard knocks, valedictorian grin with a winning limb.
I met a fours or scaffolds, climb my scaffolding of sound.
I plant syllables in alleys, harvest echoes all around.
Punch lines like pruning shears, trim the fake, let the real rise.
My legacy's a shadow with a crown, stretching east to sunrise.
Z-Tree anthem loud, free we ride. Z-Tree anthem loud, free we ride.
So when you hear the three-finger nod, know the roots run deep.
From block corners to bright marquees, promises we keep.
Z-Tree's not just a name, it's a map, a pulse, a stride.
Stamped in alley mozaics, whispered in the tide.
Hey, yo, this is your boy Z-Tree, man — forever loud, forever free.
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