In the city where the sirens scream, Concrete jungle, living in the dream. Drill beats pounding, streets are talking, Life's a struggle, every step's a warping. Hustle on the corner, shadows in the night, Flashing lights, the city's heartbeat, outta sight. Gotta grind, gotta climb, never back down, In this drill life, wear a crown. Opposition lurking, whispers in the air, Survival of the fittest, nothing's fair. Money stacks high, ambition higher, In the drill game, fueled by fire. Cold streets, where the story unfolds, Every move calculated, secrets never told. Got my mind sharp, gotta stay wise, In this drill life, where the truth lies. Enemies watching, but I stand tall, Through the struggles, rise or fall. In the rhythm of the drill, life's a beat, Staying true, never facing defeat.