[Verse Late nights, city lights, grindin’ till dawn, Engine purrs, no rest, always movin’ on, Chasin’ fame in alleyways, cash flow’s gone, Block to block, with the hustle game strong. [Verse 2 Broke pockets, no fear, heads held high, Punchlines, metaphors, reach for the sky, Dreams of diamond chains, never passed by, Runnin’ through the jungle, third eye spy. [Chorus Throwin’ rhymes at the moon, night feels so cold, Life’s a poker game, gotta keep that hold, Bridges burn, man, and stories unfold, In the streets where the real stories told. [Verse 3 Sneakers scuffed, but ambitions stay clean, Rollin’ hard, every scene, spit the routine, Scratched CDs, mixtapes, never pristine, Carve a name in history, unseen. [Chorus Throwin’ rhymes at the moon, night feels so cold, Life’s a poker game, gotta keep that hold, Bridges burn, man, and stories unfold, In the streets where the real stories told. [Bridge Hands up, dreams down but we rise tall, Echoes in the alleys, hear our call, No silver spoons, only brick walls, Grit, grind, and life, we stand through it all.