hustling in the City
In the concrete jungle, where the dreams collide, Got my eyes on the prize, can't let it slide, Grinding from the bottom, now my hustle's on blast, City lights flicker, but I'm built to last. Pockets full of ambition, ain't no time to waste, Dodging all the fakes, keep my circle laced, Street tales echo, every corner's a story, Life's a gamble, but I'm chasing that glory. (Verse 2) From the block to the booth, spitting fire like a furnace, Every verse a testament, the struggle's my purpose, Counting all my blessings, but I’m hungry for more, In this city of dreams, I'm the one they adore. Late nights hustling, under neon skies, Every move calculated, watch my empire rise, Raw and unfiltered, like the life that I live, In this concrete city, it's all about the give.
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In the concrete jungle, where the dreams collide, Got my eyes on the prize, can't let it slide, Grinding from the bottom, now my hustle's on blast, City lights flicker, but I'm built to last. Pockets full of ambition, ain't no time to waste, Dodging all the fakes, keep my circle laced, Street tales echo, every corner's a story, Life's a gamble, but I'm chasing that glory. (Verse 2) From the block to the booth, spitting fire like a furnace, Every verse a testament, the struggle's my purpose, Counting all my blessings, but I’m hungry for more, In this city of dreams, I'm the one they adore. Late nights hustling, under neon skies, Every move calculated, watch my empire rise, Raw and unfiltered, like the life that I live, In this concrete city, it's all about the give.