Boulevard stories carved in concrete walls
Learned to duck the shadows long before I learned to ball
Sliding through the city where the nights get long
Every verse I pen is proof we still belong
No cap, no filter, just the facts uncut
They thought the block would hold me back and keep me stuck
Moved different, stayed solid, played the long game clean
Boulevard stories — I'm the realest thing you've seen
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