nydeathmatch

I was raised where the sirens sing, Where the pavement bleeds and the shadows cling, Every corner’s got a story, every brick got scars, Every hustle’s a gamble, every king got bars. Pull up in the night, gotta guard your soul, Heart cold steel, let the city take toll, No rules in the pit, just hunger and drive, Only warriors survive in the place I reside. [Hook] This that NYDeathmatch, step inside the cage, Concrete jungle, only lions make it out the rage, Lights flash red, bodies caught up in the clash, New York streets turn a fight into cash. [Verse 2] From Queens to the Bronx, from Harlem to BK, Every borough got a fighter tryna make they own way, Stack high stakes, never fold, never crack, This the realest kind of war—you don’t get no rematch.