Heavy bass thumpin’ through the night,
Feel the street rhythm, it’s wild and right,
Dark clouds roll in, but we don’t care,
Chrome drip glistens, we breathe that rare air.
Silent hustle in the shadows creeps,
Whispers of dreams that nobody keeps,
Underneath the flicker of a streetlight’s glow,
We chase our fate where the lost souls go.
Heartbeats sync with the city’s pulse,
In the chaos, we find our own wellness,
Midnight flex, we rise above,
Empty bottles tell tales of the streets we love.
With every corner, a story unfolds,
From the cold bricks to the hidden gold,
Heavy bass vibrating through our veins,
We wear our struggles like scars, not chains.
The echoes of laughter, the pain that we share,
Never looking back, we breathe in the air,
So roll with the rhythm, let the bass drop,
In this concrete jungle, we’ll dance ‘til we stop.
Dark clouds can’t shadow the fire we bring,
With dreams in our pockets, we’re ready to swing,
Chrome drip shining, like stars in our eyes,
We’re no longer lost, we’re reaching for skies.
Silent hustle ignites with each step,
We’re kings and queens, no room for regret,
Together we conquer, the night is our throne,
In this life of grit, we’ve made it our own.
So when the sun rises, we’ll still be here,
Chasing the echoes, we’ve conquered our fear,
The streets tell our story, our legacy flows,
Midnight flexing, that’s how the life goes.
Embracing the hustle, the highs and the lows,
In the night’s quiet whisper, our true spirit shows,
As the dawn breaks bright, we walk with pride,
In the light of a new day, watch our dreams glide.
Trap
Street rhythm, Heavy bass, Dark clouds, Midnight flex, Chrome drip, Cold streets, Silent hustle
Trap
Street rhythm, Heavy bass, Dark clouds, Midnight flex, Chrome drip, Cold streets, Silent hustle