lirik lagu big trenno - southland rituals
[intro – big trenno]
yeah…
from crenshaw to watts, inglewood to the east side…
it’s them southland rituals
every block got a code, every soul got a scar
[verse 1 – big trenno]
every morning start with a blunt and a knuckle check
you either throw signs or you throw respect
posted on the ave where the choppers hum
and the ogs play dominos to the sound of drums
crack fiends do the tango by the liquor store
lil’ homies get schooled on how to duck the law
this ain’t no fairy tale, this the realland
where your first fight earns you your wristband
talk sl!ck? you better back it with a lеgacy
we don’t talk dreams unless thеy built in weaponry
i was baptized in sweat and the summer heat
learned how to hustle while my shoes scuffed the concrete
[chorus – d~nyce (sung, gritty soul)
these southland rituals, written in the bloodline
every step sacred, passed down in the frontline
we don’t fold, nah, we rise through the pain
from the gutter to the fame, still the hood in my veins
(southland… yeah… southland…)
[verse 2 – big mace]
uh, from rosecrans to vernon ave, we flip code
my pops used to run dice ‘til his wrist froze
candy~painted ’64s like sacred altars
used to take communion through the kitchen revolver
block sermons in the alleyway, we preach loud
brothers turn martyr just to make the fam proud
and them rites of passage? ain’t no candlelight
it’s the sound of shots clappin’ through the hood at night
i been ten toes since adidas had fat tongues
since the dj cut breaks on them black drums
big mace rep the soil with a closed fist
i bleed blue flame and i never miss
[bridge – big trenno & d~nyce]
(big trenno):
mama said pray, but the block said ride
(d~nyce):
so we hold the pain deep where the secrets hide
(big trenno):
this ain’t just style, it’s ancestral code
(d~nyce):
passed from the curb where the real ones rode
[verse 3 – d~nyce]
used to roll through the turf with a boombox high
now it’s just memories floatin’ in the sky
got my cousin on a shirt and my brother on parole
but the spirit of southland still deep in my soul
i don’t rep for the fame—i rep for the fallen
every alley, every tag, every name that’s callin’
we immortalize pain in the ink on our arms
southland rituals, forged in harm
[chorus – d~nyce with ad~libs by big mace & big trenno]
these southland rituals, written in the bloodline
every step sacred, passed down in the frontline
we don’t fold, nah, we rise through the pain
from the gutter to the fame, still the hood in my veins
(still the hood… still the hood in my veins…)
[outro – big trenno, spoken]
and when i’m gone…
bury me in khakis, chucks, and my fitted low
let the southland speak my name in rhythm
(fades out with sampled soul vocals: “rituals… they never fade… they never fade…”)
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