Summer days we hustle, death trade’s a twisted game, Soar wings on double guns, glitchin' through the flame, Call aboard

Summer days we hustle, death trade’s a twisted game, Soar wings on double guns, glitchin' through the flame, Call aboard the mission, alias in the shadows, Aliens in the mix, we movin' like we’re gallows. Zombie apostle, resurrectin' from the ashes, Cross switchin' lanes, dodgin' all the crashin' flashes, Nextel chirpin', got the streets on lock tight, Rebellious with the vibe, we only chase the spotlight. Countin' paper stacks while they playin' with the fables, Livin' life like kings, breakin' all the labels, In the summer heat, we grind through the madness, Born from the struggle, turned pain into gladness. Runnin' with the wolves, never scared of the night, In the city’s pulse, we ignite with the fight, Double-edged precision, cuttin' deep with the flow, Fifty shades of hustle, watch the empire grow. Sunshine glistens, we maneuver through the hustle, Grindin' hard, watchin' shadows, feel the muscle, Death trades callin', life’s a twisted game, Roll the dice, but in this lane, it’s never the same. Heat waves blaze, but the streets stay cold, Dreams sold cheap, while the stories unfold, Survival's instinct, got the heart of a lion, In the jungle, where the weak fade, and the strong keep tryin'. Flick of the wrist, I’m stackin' up the paper, Eyes on the prize, can’t afford to be a faker, Summer days blaze, but the nights bring danger, In the city’s grip, we’re all just a stranger. Echoes of the past, haunt the corners we roam, Lost souls searchin' for a place to call home, Twisted paths cross, but we keep it relentless, In this game of life, every moment’s expensive.