Kick Gravel + Travel Lyrics

One kick feel the wind on my face

Another kick just to find my flow

The city massive, tryna my way

Crips, Bloods, which to way to go?

My head high but I ride low key, tryna unlock the soldier that's hidden deep

My uncle told me not to skate in the street kuz the pigs lookin feral and I'm slop in a bowl

Don't call me no slob or I'm clockin' em both

The clock steady tickin' and we still targets of racists

Fascists and haters who think that we roaches and then try to raid us

Exhaust their existence and then execute them

On my griptape in the hood and I'm cruisin'

The Westside is mine if I can avoid all the distractions that plague a young man in the city of Angels

I'm ackin' dangerous just to survive

Pushin' some peace to my people in need

In pursuit of the paper is bein' redundant

Should always focused on plantin' the tree

Kuz the city be my landscape

Griptape be the centerpiece

Money on my mind like a centerfold

And everybody tryna get a piece

Kuz the city be my landscape

Griptape be the centerpiece

Money on my mind like a centerfold

And everybody tryna get a piece, tryna get a piece

If you know, now you know

So let's roll, yea

Kuz the city be my landscape

Griptape be the centerpiece

Money on my mind like a centerfold

And everybody tryna get a piece, tryna get a piece

One kick feel the wind on my face

Another kick to your throat so you won't speak

You down bad and we tryna reach

Lift the Westside up, watch em follow suit

Imma bless my board til we can afford the coupe

The house, the shore, the world my view

Adams to Crenshaw then the world up next

Unite the Blacks and Browns then we buy the set

Ain't no walkin' scared wit my head held down

Nigga you don't own this block I ain't turnin' around

You catch a board to yo teeth then you hit the flo'

I ain't never been hard but don't think Imma bitch

Still black, still proud how I'm ever gon switch?

You the one a fuckin' coward, you forgot where you stand

You went out a limb but I ain't lendin' no hand

An adversary of my vision kuz you see as fiction (Nigga, talk yo shit)

Real niggas get respected by the wit of they word

Word is bond, I don't see em as model to follow

A real man move shit kuz he lead and grow

Wit the soldiers that he trained and came up wit

He gotta plan for them dollars so everybody gon eat, preach

He just pushin' some peace to his people in need

In pursuit of the paper is bein redundant, should always be focused on plantin' the tree

Kuz the city be my landscape (WHOA!)

Griptape be the centerpiece (Run it!)

Money on my mind like a centerfold (Nigga, who run it?)

And everybody tryna get a piece (Lil nigga, who run it? BOW!)

Kuz the city be my landscape

Griptape be the centerpiece

Money on my mind like a centerfold (And if you know...)

And everybody tryna get a piece, tryna get a piece

If you know, now you know

So let's roll, yea

Kuz the city be my landscape

Griptape be the centerpiece

Money on my mind like a centerfold

And everybody tryna get a piece, tryna get a piece