Yo, in the city where the rain don't stop, Umbrellas up, but the shots still pop. Southside vibes, where the streets talk loud, Grimey corners, where the hustle's allowed. Mandem on the block, moving silent and sly, Pockets full of dreams, reaching for the sky. Brixton to Peckham, the ends stay true, Rolling with the squad, yeah, that's how we do. Cold stares on the estate, where the pain resides, Concrete jungle, where survival decides. Gotta watch your back, in this game of chess, Every move strategic, no time to second guess. From the bits to the boroughs, we rep the struggle, Hustle hard, while the city's heart beats muffled. Shattered dreams on the pavement, like broken glass, But in the darkness, we rise, shadows cast. Knife crime rising, echoes in the night, But we strive for change, seek a brighter light. Lyrical soldiers, in this urban war, Uk drill beats, knocking at the door. Street poetry, where the rhythm speaks truth, From the council estates to the DJ booth. Mandem chasing dreams, in a concrete maze, In the heart of the city, where the fire blazes.