Yo, late nights on the block, gotta stay awake, Hood dreams, schemin’ ways just to make the cake. Fake friends turn snakes when the stakes are raised, I stay low, move smart in this money chase. Cold streets, young hearts with the hardest scars, Tryna shoot for the moon but they’re stuck on Mars. Bare pain in my chest, still I play my cards, Life’s a gamble, you fold, you ain’t getting far. Man, I seen it all—lies, tears, the rage, Young souls locked down, caught up in the cage. Now I’m free, put my truth on the center stage, Rap saved me from the fire, now I light the page. (Hook) City lights got me lost in the madness, Dreams deep, tryna flip all the sadness. Hard roads, yeah, we move with the balance, Rise up, break through all the malice. City nights, you can feel all the pressure, Survive, make it out, that’s the treasure. UK drill, we embrace all the weather, Melodies trap, we gon' ride through forever. (Verse 2) Pain made a beast, no leash, can’t tame me, Ops wanna talk, but the game don’t faze me. From the flats where the vibe stays wavy, Mum prayed hard, said the Lord might save me. I was young, tryna learn from the older yutes, But the game got cold, man, they showed me truths. Fake smiles in the dark, yeah, they holding proof, Only trust in my fam, gotta know the roots. Got a vision for the fam, put the past on pause, Every L I took, now it feels like a cause. Every win, every loss, made me sharper with the claws, Climbing out of the trench with my name on the walls. (Hook) City lights got me lost in the madness, Dreams deep, tryna flip all the sadness. Hard roads, yeah, we move with the balance, Rise up, break through all the malice. City nights, you can feel all the pressure, Survive, make it out, that’s the treasure. UK drill, we embrace all the weather, Melodies trap, we gon' ride through forever. (Bridge) Melodies run through my veins like blood, Grind don’t stop, I was raised in the mud. Ops stay watching, they just show fake love, But I’m high in the sky, no fear of the flood. Pain turned passion, now the beats stay raw, Every rhyme that I write, open up the door. From the trap to the world, yeah, we aiming for more, Can’t stop till the fam don’t feel poor no more. (Outro) City dreams, where the struggle makes kings, From the pain to the mic, now the anthem rings. UK nights, where the soul still sings, Drill meets trap, let the new wave bring.