Intro (Spoken / Ambient)

Faint street‑level ambience, distant traffic, a low‑key synth swells.

Yo, this one’s for the ones who grew up with the concrete under their feet, the sunrise over the rooftops, the stories passed down on stoops—​the true natives of the grind.

Hook / Chorus (Melodic, anthemic)

We the Natives, raised on pavement, raised on pride,

Blood runs deep in the borough, city’s pulse inside.

From the block to the boardroom, we keep the roots alive,

Hold the crown, hold the culture—watch the legacy thrive.

Verse 1 – Roots & Foundations

I was born where the subway screeches like a siren’s call,

Momma’s kitchen smelled of beans, love, and a busted wall.

Granddad taught me how to hustle, how to read the street,

Every cracked sidewalk a chapter, every corner a beat.

We played stickball in alleys, chased dreams on cracked concrete,

Learned to read the sky, to read the people, to read the heat.

Schoolbooks in the morning, cyphers in the night,

Balancin’ homework and hustle, keepin’ the future tight.

The city’s a teacher, the block’s a classroom, the night’s a test,

We took the lessons, turned the pressure into progress.

From the first “Yo!” shouted on the playground to the mic’s bright gleam,

We stayed true—our heritage, our hustle, our team.

Pre‑Chorus (Build)

Drums tighten, synth arpeggios climb.

They tried to label us, tried to change the script,

But we write our own verses, never let the story slip.

Hook / Chorus (repeat)

We the Natives, raised on pavement, raised on pride,

Blood runs deep in the borough, city’s pulse inside.

From the block to the boardroom, we keep the roots alive,

Hold the crown, hold the culture—watch the legacy thrive.

Verse 2 – Modern Day Warriors

Now the skyline’s taller, the screens glow brighter,

But the same old hustle still burns hotter.

We’re codin’ apps, spittin’ bars, closin’ deals,

Still keep the family dinners, still keep it real.

My cousin’s on the court, my sister’s on the stage,

My brother’s in the lab, my auntie’s turnin’ a page.

Every generation adds a layer to the map,

Yet the compass stays the same—home is where the heart’s at.

We ain’t just survivors, we’re architects of the scene,

Building bridges from the past to the future unseen.

From block parties to podcasts, from mixtapes to streams,

Our voices echo louder, fulfill the native’s dreams.

Bridge (Introspective, slower)

Ambient pads wash over a muted 808, space for reflection.

Remember the nights when the lights were dim,

When the only currency was a smile and a hymn.

Remember the elders who whispered “stay grounded,”

Their wisdom’s the soil where our roots are founded.

If the world tries to erase the names we claim,

We’ll paint them in graffiti, we’ll chant them in fame.

Natives ain’t a label, it’s a promise we keep—

To honor the past while we climb, never sleep.

Hook / Chorus (final)

We the Natives, raised on pavement, raised on pride,

Blood runs deep in the borough, city’s pulse inside.

From the block to the boardroom, we keep the roots alive,

Hold the crown, hold the culture—watch the legacy thrive.

Outro (Fade)

Beat slows, synths dissolve into distant sirens and a soft breeze.

Yo, keep the fire burnin’, keep the stories flowin’,

Natives forever—city’s heart, forever glowin’.