Chillin' under street lights, mind in rewind,
Sippin' on memories, lost in the grind.
Lyric kings gather, wisdom in their flow,
Echoes of hustle, every bar a show.
Rhymes paint the canvas, life’s tapestry,
Soul hustle beats pulse through the city’s heartbeat.
Footsteps on pavement, stories untold,
Struggles we conquered, dreams we sold.
From corners where shadows breathe life to the dawn,
Each moment a lesson, another battle won.
Underneath the stars, we crystallize the night,
With flashback vibes glowing, everything feels right.
Lost in the rhythm, caught in the chase,
Time’s a funny teacher, leaving no trace.
But we write our legacy, forged in the fire,
Every word a memory, full of raw desire.
So we push through the struggle, ink stains on the grind,
Each lyric we spit, a bond that we find.
Like the street lights flickering, illuminating souls,
We hustle for purpose, that’s how the story rolls.
As the bass hits harder, feel the energy rise,
Mirrored reflections beneath urban skies.
The journey’s a tapestry woven tight with our fate,
Every note we create, echoes through every gate.
And when the dawn breaks, casting shadows anew,
We'll still be hustlers, just me and my crew.
So here’s to the memories, the vibes and the light,
Flashback vibes forever, we’ll shine through the night.
Hip Hop
Flashback vibes, street lights, lyric kings, soul hustle, beat grind
Hip Hop
Flashback vibes, street lights, lyric kings, soul hustle, beat grind