(Verse 1)
(Verse 1) Yo, we rise from the concrete, dreams in the skyline, Brooklyn born, where the hustle meets the grind time, Streets talk, got the rhythm of the night, Every corner got a story, every block's a fight. Dodging shadows, but we shine in the dark, From the stoops to the stages, always leaving a mark, Got that East Coast flavor, seasoning the game, Spitting bars like fire, never chasing the fame. (Verse 2) From the bridges to the benches, we keep it authentic, Life's a chess game, gotta move with the kinetic, Puffin' on dreams, while we scheme for the cream, In the city that never sleeps, we livin' the dream. Legends in the making, with the heart of a lion, Every struggle, every tear, keeps the fire ignitin', So raise a glass to the past, and the future we toast, In this concrete jungle, yeah, this East Coast.
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(Verse 1) Yo, we rise from the concrete, dreams in the skyline, Brooklyn born, where the hustle meets the grind time, Streets talk, got the rhythm of the night, Every corner got a story, every block's a fight. Dodging shadows, but we shine in the dark, From the stoops to the stages, always leaving a mark, Got that East Coast flavor, seasoning the game, Spitting bars like fire, never chasing the fame. (Verse 2) From the bridges to the benches, we keep it authentic, Life's a chess game, gotta move with the kinetic, Puffin' on dreams, while we scheme for the cream, In the city that never sleeps, we livin' the dream. Legends in the making, with the heart of a lion, Every struggle, every tear, keeps the fire ignitin', So raise a glass to the past, and the future we toast, In this concrete jungle, yeah, this East Coast.
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