Life on Dez Streets is Life With expiration date

Countin' shadows in the dark, I got a story to tell, Every notch on my belt, like a toll from the hell, Moving silent through the night, hear the whispers of fate, Got a hundred on my mind, and I’m never too late. Pressure building in my chest, like a weight on my soul, In the city where it’s cold, gotta play my role whole, Eyes wide, never sleep, I’m a ghost in the grind, While they counting all their blessings, I’m just counting my crimes. Every move is a chess game, pawns fall when I strike, In the jungle, where the weak get devoured by the hype, I’m the predator lurking, got my sights on the prey, In this life, it’s either feast or you fade away. Heart cold as the steel, but my mind’s on the prize, With a hundred bodies deep, I can’t show no surprise, In the rearview, reflections of the ones that I lost, But I carry every lesson, never counting the cost.