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lirik lagu vanny goodfella - dirty jersey state of mind

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intro
dirty jersey in my veins, concrete in my lungs
where the block don’t sleep, it just hums…

verse 1
hustlin’ on a dead block, winter wind cuttin’ my face
fiends movin’ like ghosts, whole strip stuck in a chokehold brace
i’m out here baggin’ hope, tryna resurrect a corner that died
every sale feel like cpr, but the heartbeat lied

cut‑throat friends circle close, smiles thin like a razor
they dap you with one hand, other hand countin’ your paper
jealous onеs envy, i see the hate drip slow
eyes green likе the street signs, watchin’ everywhere i go

pocket watchers on surveillance, tryna clock my rotation
tryna map my elevation, tryna steal my foundation
but i’m built from brick dust, asphalt, and pure will
i’m the type to starve three nights and still chase a meal

hook
this that dirty jersey state of mind, grime under the shine
where you fight for every inch, every dollar, every line
stick‑up kids lurk, crooked cops patrol blind
and you claw for your position like you runnin’ outta time
verse 2
stick‑up kids hungry, they don’t rob — they harvest
they’ll strip you to the soul if your pockets look the largest
whole hood on alert, paranoia in rotation
every shadow look suspicious, every whisper sound like danger

crooked cops slide through, badge bent like their morals
plant work, steal work, twist truth into quarrels
they ain’t protectin’ nothin’ but their own dirty pockets
sirens sound like threats, not warnings, when they rock it

neighborhood thots play games, loyalty on clearance
they’ll swear they love you, then flip sides with no interference
they cheat like it’s tradition, like betrayal’s a sport
you learn quick: never trust what the streets didn’t endorse

hook
this that dirty jersey state of mind, grime under the shine
where you fight for every inch, every dollar, every line
stick‑up kids lurk, crooked cops patrol blind
and you claw for your position like you runnin’ outta time

verse 3
fighting for my position like a wolf in a cage
every day another battle, every night another rage
i’m tryna carve out a throne in a kingdom of decay
where the strong barely live and the weak fade away
i’m sharpened by betrayal, strengthened by the drought
i’m the echo of the hunger that the block spit out
dirty jersey in my blood, i don’t fold, i don’t bend
i’m the storm they warned about — and the calm at the end

outro
dead block, live soul, cold world, warm heart
in this dirty jersey state of mind, survival is an art
and i paint with scars, ambition, and the dirt on my timbs
this ain’t just a song — it’s the life i live


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