Lo-fi from the street

[Intro] "This beat, a slow fry, gritty and raw Straight from the street, where we saw" [Verse] Foe sigh! they don't understand (they don't) The struggle (oh may) the grind, the hustle at hand (ey-ey) Toe nigh to the edge of survival This rap, my revival a lo-fi arrival The doe rye (ye-e-e) the city's heartbeat Where the roe bye, the real ones meet The beau pry, into our lives (into our lives) But we go shy, hide our blues and highs [Chorus] Lo-fi from the street, yo ply your trade The ho spy, the games we played No lie, this life's a grind So tie your laces (leave your doubts behind) Lo-fi from the street, yo ply your trade The ho spy, the games we played No lie, this life's a grind So tie your laces (leave your doubts behind) [Verse] A duo eye, on the come up (up) Floe sky, dreams wesum up (ah) The blow dry, of the concrete (ey-ey) Where the sloe fly (we can't be beat) Hustle hard, a lo-fi song (lo-fi) From the street (wow ai) where we belong (long) Ya The real know the struggle's on (on) "We fight to make it, 'til the crack of dawn..." [Chorus] Lo-fi from the street, yo ply your trade The ho spy, the games we played No lie, this life's a grind So tie your laces (leave your doubts behind) Lo-fi from the street, yo ply your trade The ho spy, the games we played No lie, this life's a grind So tie your laces (leave your doubts behind) [Break] (This lo-fi flow!) from the street I know The hustle, the grind, the ebb and flow Real recognize real, that's no lie (wow) We stay true! (yeah. bro) 'til the day we die... (yeah. die fro..) [Outro Radio] ("Lo-fi from the street, where we meet The raw, the real, the lo-fi beat") [End]