weapons and guns

Lyrics

Song 1Verse 1
They judge from afar, with their ignorant eyes,
But they don't walk these streets, beneath these skies.
Grape Street warriors, with spirits so bold,
Stories untold, forever to be told.Chorus
Grape Street anthem, echoing through the night,
Glock in my grip, shining ever so bright.
AK on my shoulder, a symphony of power,
Every single second, every single hour.Verse 2
Every siren's wail, a reminder of the fight,
Grape Street resilience, burning ever so bright.
With that Glock by my side, I face the unknown,
Standing tall and proud, on my throne.Chorus
Grape Street anthem, echoing through the night,
Glock in my grip, shining ever so bright.
AK on my shoulder, a symphony of power,
Every single second, every single hour.Verse 3
AK-47, a legend in its own right,
Guiding our path, through the darkest night.
From the West Coast vibes to the East Side dreams,
These weapons of the people, it truly seems.Chorus
Grape Street anthem, echoing through the night,
Glock in my grip, shining ever so bright.
AK on my shoulder, a symphony of power,
Every single second, every single hour.Verse 4
Yo, from the concrete jungle where the wild things roam,
Grape Street stories, every block a war zone.
Sun dips low, shadows stretch, the realest tale unfolds,
With Glocks on our hips, brave and bold.Chorus
Grape Street soldier, heart of a lion, soul of the street,
Glock in my hand, making the rhythm complete.
AK on my back, a symphony of power and might,
Through the darkest of days, and the longest of nights.1
Grape StreetVerse 1
Grape Street chronicles, etched in the concrete,
Every sunrise, another story, bittersweet.
From the corner store whispers to the block's loud hum,
Got that Glock on my hip, till the kingdom come.AK-47, a beast in the urban sprawl,
Echoes through the alleys, answering freedom's call.
From the West Coast trenches to the East Side grind,
These iron beasts, they leave no one behind.Chorus
Grape Street soldier, heart of a lion, soul of the street,
Glock in my hand, making the rhythm complete.
AK on my back, a symphony of power and might,
Through the darkest of days, and the longest of nights.Verse 2
Young minds molded by the struggle and the pain,
Grape Street lessons, washing away the stain.
Loyalty's the currency, respect is earned with blood,
And that Glock's a promise, understood.AK-47, spitting fire, a relentless roar,
Breaking down the silence, forevermore.
From the alleyway shadows to the main street's glare,
These instruments of freedom, beyond compare.Chorus
Grape Street soldier, heart of a lion, soul of the street,
Glock in my hand, making the rhythm complete.
AK on my back, a symphony of power and might,
Through the darkest of days, and the longest of nights.Verse 3
They judge from afar, with their ignorant eyes,
But they don't walk these streets, beneath these skies.
Grape Street warriors, with spirits so bold,
Stories untold, forever to be told.AK-47, a guardian of our peace,
Bringing swift justice, granting sweet release.
From the front porch chilling to the back block run,
These symbols of defiance, second to none.Verse 1
Sunrise paints the concrete, another day begins,
Grape Street saga, where the hustle never ends.
Footsteps on the pavement, a rhythm in the air,
Got that Glock tucked tight, showing no despair.AK-47, a silhouette against the dawn,
Ready for whatever, till the break of morn.
From the corner store whispers to the block's loud roar,
These tools of survival, we demand nothing more.Chorus
Grape Street anthem, echoing through the night,
Glock in my grip, shining ever so bright.
AK on my shoulder, a symphony of power,
Every single second, every single hour.Verse 2
Young minds molded by the struggle and the strife,
Grape Street lessons, carving out a life.
Loyalty's the currency, respect is earned with sweat,
And that Glock's a promise, you won't ever forget.AK-47, spitting fire, making noise,
Breaking down the silence, amplifying our voice.
From the alleyway shadows to the main street's glare,
These instruments of freedom, beyond compare.Chorus
Grape Street anthem, echoing through the night,
Glock in my grip, shining ever so bright.
AK on my shoulder, a symphony of power,
Every single second, every single hour.Verse 3
They judge from afar, with their ignorant gaze,
But they don't walk these streets, through the concrete maze.
Grape Street warriors, with hearts of pure gold,
Stories untold, brave and bold.AK-47, a guardian of our peace,
Bringing swift justice, granting sweet release.
From the front porch chilling to the back block run,
These symbols of defiance, second to none.Chorus
Grape Street anthem, echoing through the night,
Glock in my grip, shining ever so bright.
AK on my shoulder, a symphony of power,
Every single second, every single hour.Verse 1
Yo, from the concrete jungle where the wild things roam,
Grape Street stories, every block a war zone.
Sun dips low, shadows stretch, the realest tale unfolds,
With Glocks on our hips, brave and bold.AK-47, a symphony of ste