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Late night, city cold, boots poundinā on the block
Sirens in the air but I aināt hearing them knock
Concrete jungle, loyaltyās all I got
Dreams sold for survival, runninā up every spot
Enemies flicker, shadows movinā on cue
Money on my mind, what else can I do?
Blood in the gutter, we grind till we shine
Street keeps callināāitās a code in the line
We came up from nothinā, pressure built from the pain
Rumblinā thunder, power surging my veins
Echo the battle cries, pride carries my name
In these midnight trenches, only the ruthless remain
Garbage fires glow, faces maskinā the rage
No love for the weak, locked inside this cage
Sample flipped, heartbeats heavy as the bass
Iām a product of survival, goals we chase
Fake friends vanish like smoke in the mist
Step to my side? Then you cease to exist
Blood in the gutter, we grind till we shine
Street keeps callināāitās a code in the line
We came up from nothinā, pressure built from the pain
Rumblinā thunder, power surging my veins
Echo the battle cries, pride carries my name
In these midnight trenches, only the ruthless remain
Cold eyes, cold streets, trust is a myth here
One look, tap the wristādestinyās crystal clear
Lessons in betrayal, voices sharp as blades
Still I stand, scars speak louder than grenades
We came up from nothinā, pressure built from the pain
Rumblinā thunder, power surging my veins
Echo the battle cries, pride carries my name
In these midnight trenches, only the ruthless remainMidnight falls, city breathes my past
Built for the battle, fightinā to the last
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