### Verse 1 Yeah, it’s rainy days, but I’m out on the grind, Seattle’s streets talk, and I’m hearing the signs, Thought I’d play gangster, thought it’d be a breeze, But the weight of that life? Man, it brought me to my knees. Rolling with the homies, flexing cash, living fast, But the streets ain't forgiving, they’ll bury your past, Saw dreams turn to ashes, friends locked up tight, In this concrete jungle, you can lose every fight. ### Chorus In Seattle, we grind, but don’t play it too hard, Being gangster’s a choice, it’ll leave you scarred, Rain or shine, we rise, but know the cost, In the game of life, you’ll pay if you’re lost. ### Verse 2 Thought I was untouchable, king of the block, But the real ones know, it’s a game of clock, Every second you waste, you’re losing your soul, Chasing that image, man, you’re losing control. Saw the envy and hate, it’ll twist your mind, When the loyalty fades, you’re left far behind, Real strength ain’t in the hustle or the cash, It’s in building your dreams, learning from the past. ### Chorus In Seattle, we grind, but don’t play it too hard, Being gangster’s a choice, it’ll leave you scarred, Rain or shine, we rise, but know the cost, In the game of life, you’ll pay if you’re lost. ### Bridge So listen close, young blood, don’t get lost in the hype, The life of a gangster ain’t your only type, Stand tall, keep it real, and stay true to your name, In this city of dreams, don’t play a dead man’s game. ### Outro So here’s to the lessons, the hustle and the fight, In the heart of Seattle, find your own light, From the struggle to the grind, know the price that you pay, Living life in the 206, we’re here to stay.