[Intro] Yeah… Late shift. Same brothers. Same pressure. [Build Up] Low lights flicker, bass hum in the frame, Glass sweat drip like it’s breathing the pain. Hands on the counter, room hold its breath, We don’t rush the night, we invest in the depth. One look pass, that’s the signal confirmed, Three minds sync while the volume get turned. [Verse 1 – Ale] Hundred shifts at the bar, nerves carved into calm, words learned to work through the dirt of the dawn, Scars talk tactics in skin, etched lessons in bone, no guide but the grind and the nights we were shown. Click-clack tempo, I’m sculpting the tone, chisel the cadence till diamonds are grown, Cracks in the marble, intent in my stance, I read the whole room off a glance, not a chance. Snap-back barcraft, tap-glass, backdraft, match-lit silence, smoke curl, black laugh, Pause then expand, pressure bend in my palm, I stand still so the chaos stay caught in my arm. Blueprint posture, boot-grit under the sole, I hold down the spot till the spot feel controlled. [Hook] Same blood, same lane, same scars in the wall, From the bar to the block, yeah, we stood through it all. No switch, no fade when the lights go dark, Three minds, one heart, leave a mark when we spark. [Verse 2 – Marco] Marco stay quiet, brain run the board, Every move pre-loaded, never random or forced. No wasted emotion, just angles and weight, He don’t argue the noise, he calculate fate. Reads every twitch, every breath, every tell, Turn tension to leverage, pressure to wealth. One nod close chapters, that’s seal not peace, When he say it’s done, that condition release. [Bridge] We don’t talk legacy, we live it in real time, Same circle, same code, no leaks in the pipeline. Trust built thick like the glass in the front, If you ain’t in the frame, you ain’t part of the hunt. [Verse 3 – Luca] Long days in the ledger, night shift in the lane, numbers flip scripts while the room feel the strain, Digits talk fluent, I bargain with risk, turn friction to profit with minimal flick. Clip-tight syntax, I’m stitching the play, syllables slide like accounts in a safe, Fast math footwork, I pivot and plant, turn static to motion with business in hand. Backroom murmurs, cash whisper and glide, I balance the pressure on both of the sides, No loud celebration, just work getting done, When I close the tab, that conclusion is final, son. [Hook] Same blood, same lane, same scars in the wall, From the bar to the block, yeah, we stood through it all. No switch, no fake when the lights go dark, Three minds, one heart, leave a mark when we spark. [Outro] No chains, no gimmicks, no net for the fall, Just brothers and code holding weight in it all. Last call echo, but the bond stay tight, Three names, one circle. every damn night. © 2025 - skvadMC
