My mind's on a vibe shift, currency in my palms,
Chasing shadows in the cold nights, weaving through the calm.
Street fire burning hot, but I’m keeping it chill,
Underneath the surface, every second’s a thrill.
We in the lab, crafting beats, call it underground sound,
Rhythms like a heartbeat, pumping life through the town.
Money moves in silence, but we making them loud,
Got the streets on lock, yeah, I’m making my crowd.
Can’t sleep on this hustle, it’s the silent grind,
Dreams like a river, flowing free in my mind.
Every bar’s a story, written deep in the grind,
Moving fast through the night, can’t leave a trace behind.
Street rhythm carrying, bass that shakes the blocks,
Hands up to the ceiling, it’s the life that we rock.
Feeling like a king while I’m navigating fate,
The world’s on my shoulders, but I’m never late.
Bring the fire to the night, watch the flames elevate,
With every step I take, I’m designing my state.
In a jungle full of wolves, I’m the lion on the prowl,
Grinding in the silence, hear my spirit growl.
Let the city lights shimmer, let them guide my way,
In this trap life hustle, we’ll conquer every day.
With the crew right beside me, always ready to roll,
Together we’re unbreakable, united in this goal.
So let the beat drop heavy, let the rhythm ignite,
Through the highs and the lows, we’ll be chasing the light.
In the echoes of the streets, hear our footsteps align,
This is more than just a journey; it’s the silent grind.
As the dawn paints the skies, here’s the last piece of art,
When you grind with a vision, every end’s a new start.
Trap
Vibe shift, Silent grind, Underground sound, Street fire, Money moves, Cold nights, Street rhythm
Trap
Vibe shift, Silent grind, Underground sound, Street fire, Money moves, Cold nights, Street rhythm