[Verse 1] Concrete jungle, nights colder than a judge's stare Rats scatter, shadows dance in polluted air Chopper tucked, safe as a secret in a priest's prayer Tension thick, silence louder than a lion's glare Pressure mounting, chest tight, like a vice grip Bag heavy, not from paper, but the risks flipped They say blood's thicker, but money's got a tighter grip One move wrong, and I'm another name they scribbled quick [Verse 2] Hood cries, lullabies from the sirens wail Dreams trapped in a cell, stories they never tell Cash rules, survival's a song we know too well Chopper singing harmony, a hymn straight from hell Hustle raw, the block's the only teacher we had Stacks build, but the cost make your soul feel sad Every move chess, every step close to bad But the hood's on my back, gotta secure that bag [Verse 3] Pavement cracked, but the roots grow through the stone Streetlights flicker, but the mission's set in my bones Chopper humming, my orchestra of tones Enemies plotting, but I’ve sharpened my throne A king moves silent, crown heavy with the weight A kingdom of the lost, I’m just trying to elevate Keep the hood fed, let the wolves congregate Chopper sings songs, destiny orchestrates