Roll Up on the Block

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Rolling down the block, pop-pop, the tension’s thicker than smoke. The bass rattles the ride while the air shifts, and every head turns like they know what’s coming. Shit’s about to drop heavy, no warning, no time for second guesses. Just power moving through the streets, the kind you feel in your chest before it even arrives. That pulse? It’s me."
"Whole strip's folding under the weight of this grind-clocks ticking, and stacks are building. Every step, every turn, it’s like the block itself holds its breath, waiting to erupt. I’m not here for scraps; I’m making the rain pour straight into my pockets. Every hit, every move, every shake is deliberate. Ain’t no room for hesitation when the streets are this alive."
"And when it all pops off, someone’s bound to get leveled. You either step up or get knocked down-simple rules for a complex game. I don’t wait for the storm; I bring it. Let the block shudder, let it crumble, let it sing. By the time the dust clears, I’ll be the one standing, hands full, with the sound of the grind still echoing.