Hit the block 14 hours, boom, I aint got no time to waste, Klockin’ round the clock, every hour, Raw powder, Life in the fast lane, no room for the lames. Streets is cold, but my heart stay warm like the summer, Eyes on the prize, never lost in a slumber, Whispers in the alley, got the city on my back, Every step I take, feel the weight of the pack. Echoes of the hustle, yeah, we grindin’ for the crown, Kings in the concrete, never backin’ down, Lessons from the block, wisdom etched in the scars, Survivin’ in the chaos, reachin’ for the stars. Late nights, street lights flicker like my dreams, Pushing through the struggle, nothing’s ever what it seems, From the bottom to the top, I’m the voice of the lost, In this game of life, man, you know it comes with a cost. Hit the block 14 hours, boom, no time to waste, Klockin’ round the clock, every hour, gotta chase, Raw powder on the scale, dreams of stackin' paper, Life in the fast lane, no room for the faker. Eyes on the prize, yeah, I’m locked in the grind, Countin' every dollar, never fallin' behind, Street lights flashin’, got my heart in the race, Every move calculated, can’t afford a misplaced. Hustle in my veins, it’s a game of survival, Stacking up the wins, I’m my own best rival, Late nights, early mornings, never hit the brakes, Chasin’ dreams relentless, that’s just how it shakes. Got the city on my back, feel the weight of the hustle, Every corner I turn, it’s a test of my muscle, Rise from the bottom, now I’m aiming for the top, In this life we livin’, ain’t no way I’m gonna stop.