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