hard times

Yeah, I’m in the shadows where the hustlers creep, Money on my mind, while the city don’t sleep. Pimpin’ in the night, got the game on lock, Countin’ dirty bills, watch the clock tick-tock. Stackin’ up the paper, never lookin’ back, Got my crew with me, we stay on the attack. Drugs in the bag, feel the weight of the grind, Life on the edge, but I’m never blind. (Verse 2) Whispers in the dark, they be talkin’ real slick, But I’m movin’ in silence, gotta keep it quick. Money, power, respect, that’s the code we live, In a world so cold, gotta take what you give. Pimpin’ on the corner, watch the fiends roll through, Every dollar earned, got a story so true. Killing off the doubts, yeah, I’m built for this, Grimy in my ways, but I’m chasing that bliss. Use in Studio