Raw beats rattle in the silence of the night,
Gritty hustle breathing life, it’s a wild flight,
Moonlight flickers off the asphalt’s sheen,
This street pulse, it’s a vibrant scene.
Rolling through the alleys, got my city in tow,
Heart’s a hard rhythm, feel the low hum flow,
On the night shift, where dreams seem to thrive,
With every quick chase, it’s the will to survive.
Echoes of ambition bounce off brick and stone,
Every corner conquered, painting grit in the bone,
Dodging shadows lurking, but ain't no fear to see,
Living for the moment, I define who I’ll be.
Underneath the streetlights, we dance to the grind,
A symphony of hustle, beats intertwined,
In the chaos, I find my soul's intent,
Life’s a wild journey, it’s the path that I sent.
Raw beats pulse through the veins of the night,
Every step I make, I’m shining, taking flight,
With the moon as my witness, I’m ready to roar,
In this gritty hustle, I'm craving for more.
Faster than a heartbeat, I quicken my pace,
Each turn a decision, every move a new race,
The low hum of the city ignites in my chest,
In this trap of my making, I’m never second best.
So I glide through the chaos, let the rhythm unfold,
Chasing shadows in the neon, fierce and bold,
In the end, it’s the journey that we call our own,
With grit and with heart, we carve out a throne.
As the dawn breaks softly, painting the skies,
I’ll carry these moments, where passion never dies,
In this trap I’ve created, forever I’ll flow,
Chasing shadows in the neon, it’s my story to show.
Trap
Raw beats, Gritty hustle, Night shift, Quick chase, Street pulse, Hard rhythm, Low hum
Trap
Raw beats, Gritty hustle, Night shift, Quick chase, Street pulse, Hard rhythm, Low hum