(Verse 1) I don’t surf, I ride the concrete waves, Skatin’ through the city where the real ones brave. Got my crew on de

(Verse 1) I don’t surf, I ride the concrete waves, Skatin’ through the city where the real ones brave. Got my crew on deck, we don’t play, we grind, In the heart of the hustle, yeah, we redefine. (Verse 2) No board beneath my feet, just the streets I roam, Every corner’s a story, every block’s a home. From the shadows, we rise, making moves in the night, Real gangsta vibes, keep the vision in sight. (Verse 3) Ain’t about the tricks, it’s the life that we lead, Survival of the fittest, we plant the right seed. Hustle hard, stay sharp, like the edge of a knife, In a world full of fakes, I’m just living my life. (Verse 4) Don’t need no waves, I’m the storm in the streets, With the rhythm of the hustle, hear the heart that beats. Chasing dreams, no fear, we got nothing to lose, Real gangsta spirit, yeah, we pay our dues.