(Verse 1)

(Verse 1) Walking down the street again, Fighting for some oxygen, Feens everywhere like it was the '80s again, The D's back in the unmarked flexing their opinions again, While the politicians on the grind, they just pretend, Got the city on my back like a heavyweight trend, Hustle in my veins, can’t stop, won’t bend, In the shadows, plotting moves, gotta comprehend. Eyes wide open, never sleep in the mix, Dodging all the traps, man, I’m sharp with the tricks, Money on my mind, stacking chips like it’s bricks, Life’s a game of chess, gotta watch for the flicks. From the corner to the top, yeah, I’m making my claim, Every step I take, they remember my name, In this concrete jungle, survival’s the aim, So I hustle hard, never playing the same.