(Verse 1)

(Verse 1) In the streets of the city, where killers reside, Ruthless and gritty, where dreams often collide, Killa city, where life's a constant fight, No room for the weak, only the strong survive the night. Guns poppin', bodies droppin', it's a warzone, Every corner you turn, danger's always shown, Raised in the struggle smuggle es smuggle