(Verse 1) Rollin' through the city, streets dark and gritty, Eyes low, stayin' cautious, watchin' out for enemies, In the heart of London town, where the hustle never stops, Mandatory moves on these blocks, we're climbin' to the top. Gritty council estates, where the stories unfold, Young soldiers in the game, both the brave and the bold, Postin' up on corners, stackin' paper, no remorse, Survival of the fittest, stayin' true to the course. (Chorus) In the UK drill, life's a dangerous thrill, Sirens wailin', tensions high, it's a test of skill, From the streets to the beats, hear the stories spill, This is our reality, the struggle's real. (Verse 2) Mind sharp like a blade, watch the moves that we make, Navigatin' through the maze, no room for mistakes, Eyes locked on the prize, but the danger's never far, Loyalty and brotherhood, we're reachin' for the stars. Police on our tail, but we evade like a ghost, Underneath the neon lights, we're the ones who boast, Battles fought in shadows, in the concrete jungle's reign, United by our struggles, we endure the pain. (Chorus) In the UK drill, life's a dangerous thrill, Sirens wailin', tensions high, it's a test of skill, From the streets to the beats, hear the stories spill, This is our reality, the struggle's real. (Bridge) From the ends to the blocks, every corner tells a tale, Young kings and queens risin' above, can't you see them prevail? Though the world might judge, they're a product of their fight, In the rhythm of the streets, they find strength and light. (Chorus) In the UK drill, life's a dangerous thrill, Sirens wailin', tensions high, it's a test of skill, From the streets to the beats, hear the stories spill, This is our reality, the struggle's real. (Outro) So as the night falls on the city so alive, Remember those who strive, in the darkness they survive, UK drill's a reflection of the world they face, In the rhythm of their lives, they leave a lasting trace.