(Verse 1)

(Verse 1) Late nights, I’m chasing dreams, pockets full of schemes, Lost in the glow, but it’s not what it seems, Money coming fast, but it’s never enough, Living for the thrill, but the road's getting rough. Pop another pill, feel the world start to fade, In t he city lights, where the shadows invade, Counting up these stacks, but my heart’s in a cage, Addicted to the rush, trapped in this stage. (Verse 2) Whispers in my ear, telling me to take flight, But every high I chase pulls me further from the light, Got my boys with me, but we’re losing our way, Chasing after paper while our souls start to sway. Money like a drug, but it don’t heal the pain, Fighting with these demons, driving me insane, I’m lost in the hustle, can’t escape the grind, Addicted to the cash, but it’s love I can’t find. (Verse 1) Late nights, I’m chasing dreams, pockets full of schemes, Lost in the glow, but it’s not what it seems, Money coming fast, but it’s never enough, Living for the thrill, but the road's getting rough. Pop another pill, feel the world start to fade, In the city lights, where the shadows invade, Counting up these stacks, but my heart’s in a cage, Addicted to the rush, trapped in this stage. (Verse 2) Whispers in my ear, telling me to take flight, But every high I chase pulls me further from the light, Got my boys with me, but we’re losing our way, Chasing after paper while our souls start to sway. Money like a drug, but it don’t heal the pain, Fighting with these demons, driving me insane, I’m lost in the hustle, can’t escape the grind, Addicted to the cash, but it’s love I can’t find. (Verse 1) Stackin' up the paper, countin' every dime, Haters lurkin' in the shadows, tryna waste my time. Came from the bottom, now I’m risin’ like the sun, Drugs in the rearview, know I’m always on the run. Money in my pocket, but it never feels enough, Trust is hard to find when these streets be gettin' rough. Enemies surround me, but I keep my circle tight, Move in silence, make my moves, then I vanish outta sight. (Verse 2) Whippin’ in the kitchen, got the stove on blast, Flip it quick and stack it, gotta make that cash last. Haters throwin' shade, but I’m focused on my grind, Got my eyes on the prize, leave the doubters far behind. Late nights in the trap, where the real ones reside, Dreams of better days, but the struggle’s deep inside. Countin’ every blessing, but I’m haunted by the past, In a world full of snakes, gotta move real fast.