GBG

# [Verse 1]

Rain on the pavement, I’m steppin’ like thunder,

Northwest jungle, where the wolves roll in numbers,

Jet black hoodie, with my name by the water,

From the 2-0-6 where the real ones get farther.

 

No grunge, but the city’s still gritty,

Out in Everett, cuttin’ backstreets with me,

I’m a product of the weather—cold heart, stay busy,

Blueprints in my mind, skyscrape through the city.

 

I don’t talk on the net, they just cap for some clout,

I was raised by the tension, what’s a whisper to a shout?

Broadway flickers, watch your step on the route,

Real ties only—what’s a friend to a drought?

 

# [Chorus]

Sea breeze, in my chest, got my vision on green,

Seattle to the E, I got stripes, not just dreams.

Northside stories keep the chrome so clean,

Lights on the 5, we ain’t seen, just the sheen.

 

# [Verse 2]

Tacoma to Lynnwood, I’m locked in the code,

Every block got a myth, every legend a road,

Rain shadows, but my aura still glow,

Never hand out a map—they just mimic the flow.

 

Umbrellas for the weather, but I’m dry in the storm,

Made a name where the silence is the norm,

Backpack heavy with the weight I was born,

Either fold or you fight, that’s the oath I perform.

 

Red lights on the ave, got my mind in the zone,

From the bay to the sound, I’m a king on my own.

Never begged for a lane, I just made one alone,

Every step a reminder, I’m the heir to the throne.

 

# [Chorus]

Sea breeze, in my chest, got my vision on green,

Seattle to the E, I got stripes, not just dreams.

Northside stories keep the chrome so clean,

Lights on the 5, we ain’t seen, just the sheen.

 

# [Outro]

From the way to the bay, you could trace where I’m at,

EBK in my veins, but I’m more than a stat.

Everett to Seattle, never fake where I’m at—

You ain’t built for this rain, better stay where you at.