Timber Creek Place Drive

B-Boy for life
Never woulda thought, yo pass the mic
We wrote our names in blood
Coated in Krylon
And so the DJ spins it on and on

Born in 1993
His dad would sing
They had to go and live on the street
Pops blew his shot and his mama knew it
She took him back in Houston so he's going through it
Let's go to Video Joe
I wanna play Marvel at the laundromat
Megaplay, Tekken, and the booster packs
No trade backs
I got my Dreamcast, baby
Yo Zach, can you hear me?
Take me down to the Food Town
To the Fiesta where I used to have my roots down
To the Taco Bell on 6 where they call me Zipp
Where is he now if you should ask around?

He may have strayed from his path, but he stayed the course
He had to pay the cost
Part of his soul was lost
He didn't know it then, but when they gave him the mic
Hip-hop saved his life
He may have strayed from his path, but he stayed the course
He had to pay the cost
Part of his soul was lost
And all he had was a pen and a pad
Uncle Jason wasn't there for that

Football in the parking lot
Throwin' hands at the bus stop (Let's go, Gordito)
That's not my ice cream guy
He got no right to try
You got elote, right? (Right)
Like we used to do in Timber Creek Place Drive
Never wanna fumble on the beat, skate by
Runnin' from the police, gotta hide
Somebody's playin' Selena, I hear it outside
I remember all the jams and the YA
I remember Havikoro reppin' all day
And as I pass under the Be Someone bridge, I reminisce
Y'all know I can't forget

B-Boy for life
Never woulda thought, yo pass the mic
We wrote our names in blood
Coated in Krylon
And so the DJ spins it on and on

You were told, but you keep running for the sunrise