(Verse 1) Straight out the streets of the city lights, Glocks cocked, we ready for the gritty fights. Raised in the concrete jungle, no mercy, Where the law of the gun rules, no controversy. (Chorus) Living fast, making cash, ain't no time for sorrow, Thuggin' hard today, no promise for tomorrow. On these mean streets, we hustle, we grind, Survival of the fittest, that's the only state of mind. (Verse 2) Pockets full of green, but the block's still mean, Got my crew on the corner, living the street dream. Eyes sharp, watching for the feds and the snakes, In this game of life, there ain't no breaks. (Chorus) Living fast, making cash, ain't no time for sorrow, Thuggin' hard today, no promise for tomorrow. On these mean streets, we hustle, we grind, Survival of the fittest, that's the only state of mind. (Bridge) From the struggle we rise, from the pain we thrive, Ain't nobody gonna take what's mine, we strive. Through the fire and flames, we still stand tall, Gang life, street life, we heed the call. (Outro) In this concrete jungle, it's kill or be killed, Gang life, street life, the code's never chilled. From the hood to the top, we make our own way, Living by the gun, that's the price we pay.