Empty bottles line the block, echoes in the night,
Dark vibes creeping in, under flickering streetlight,
Lost time in the rearview, moving fast, can’t rewind,
Hustle flow steady, gotta keep a focused mind.
Tight circle, my fam, no room for the fake,
Chasing clout, but we real, never caught in the wake,
Life's a gamble, roll the dice, feeling like a high stakes,
Every step I take, the ground shakes, the pressure aches.
Jumped from the bottom, now we closer to the peak,
Grinding hard every day, hear the hunger in the beat,
Streets taught me lessons, life ain't never been sweet,
But I rise like the sun, through the struggles, I compete.
Empty bottles whisper dreams, drowned in that defeat,
But the hunger's still alive, pushing back on the heat,
Dark nights turn to dawn, and we chase what we seek,
Together we stand strong, never bow, never weak.
Chasing shadows, but the light shines bright,
Like a star in the gloom, we’re the hope in the fight,
Tight circle’s got my back, through the lows and the heights,
Street grind like a symphony, echoing through the night.
So we hustle, keeping faith, ain’t no time for retreat,
Chasing clout, but through love, that’s the real street feat,
Lost time turns to wisdom, now my vision’s elite,
In this game for the long run, no surrender, no defeat.
And as the bass drops, let the world hear my name,
We conquer the shadows, rise above all the pain,
In a life full of lessons, I'd do it all again,
With my circle right beside me, through the struggle, we reign.
Trap
Street grind, Dark vibes, Lost time, Empty bottles, Hustle flow, Tight circle, Chasing clout
Trap
Street grind, Dark vibes, Lost time, Empty bottles, Hustle flow, Tight circle, Chasing clout