STL Love

[ Verse 1: Pak Attack]



I came from the streets of paki/ streets crappy

Conditions lackey

Took a flight, stl made me happy

Entered the arch, the month after march

Grew up that tree in village green and I don't mean weed

Rams go ham, cardinals make the news, stl the home of the blues

Walk in my shoes, suburbs or the streets

Recognize our beats

And get it done

This shit hella fun

Can't touch it, stl grindin

Might get cut/ put on the hurt

Let go the pain/ aggressive approach, nbs make our own lane

Lambert, so high we never land/ blue and gold

Midwest state of mind, time for stl love to rise above