[Verse 1] In the streets of Los Santos, where the Crips reign Ryder Johnson's the name, gang life's the game Stealing, fighting, claiming turf, he's done it all But deep inside, a singer's heart, he dreams to ball [Chorus] Ryder's on the edge, living life on the brink Wants to leave the gangs, pursue the singer's link In the world of crime, where trouble's never rare He's searching for a way to escape, to break the snare [Verse 2] Trouble follows close, like shadows in the night But when he's on the mic, his words take flight A different kind of battle, one to move the crowd He rhymes about redemption, and a life so proud [Outro] Ryder's voice echoes out, a message clear Beyond the gangs and crime, he's reaching for the pier To sail away from trouble, to a life he craves Ryder Johnson, the singer, not the gangsta, saves