Lyrics

[Verse]
Streets cold, got the city on lockdown,
O Block, where the crown never flop down.
Echoes of Von, still live through the drum rounds,
Legends ain't die, they just haunt the stomping grounds.

[Chorus]
Slide for the prince, streets cry through the chrome,
Every block screaming "Bring Von home."
He wrote the story; cement set in his tone,
We kings on the chessboard, thrones made of stone.

[Verse 2]
From the Lam to the gates, shadows never wane,
Post up on the block where the loyalty reigns.
Whispers of the glock talk, echoes through the chains,
Hustle for the lost, keep the memories ingrained.

[Bridge]
Tales of the crown through the alley's wind,
Bloodline of honor carried under the skin.
We don’t fold, 'cause the sword's still within,
Von’s legacy—our cue to begin.

[Verse 3]
Concrete jungle, every street got veins,
O Block pulses in the heart, no shame.
Enemies lurk, but they choke in the flames,
Von’s spirit got us strong, unchained from the games.

[Chorus]
Slide for the prince, streets cry through the chrome,
Every block screaming "Bring Von home."
He wrote the story; cement set in his tone,
We kings on the chessboard, thrones made of stone.