[ 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