hustle grinding big money moves

(Verse 1) Yo, straight outta Manchester, where the streets stay cold, Grime in my veins, got that fire, never fold. City lights flicker, shadows on the block, Spit bars like a furnace, watch the mic get hot. Hustle in the rain, yeah, we grind through the pain, From the council flats to the fame, we break every chain. Northern grit, representin' every corner, Rhymes sharp like a blade, I'm the lyrical mourner. (Verse 2) Rolling with my crew, got the squad on the rise, Echoes in the alley, hear the truth in the lies. Heartbeat of the city, feel the pulse in the beat, Manchester’s heartbeat, got that fire in my feet. No sleep, we hustle, every day’s a new fight, Spittin’ raw truth, bring the dark to the light. In the shadows we thrive, like a phoenix we soar, Grime in my soul, yeah, you know we want more.