Annapolis Hustle (Remastered)

[Verse] Cold streets of Annapolis, cobblestones and grit, Sailboats on the bay, but we movin' counterfeit kits. Navy blue whispers, secrets in the harbor mist, Money in duffels, dreams breakin’ from the iron fist. [Chorus] Annapolis hustle, where the water meets the pain, Stacks of dirty cash drownin’ in the Chesapeake rain. Quick schemes plotted under the moon’s faint stain, Here, we flip the tide, ridin’ against the grain. [Verse 2] Old Bay on the fries, but the block keep it salty, Docks packed tight, deals sealed in asphalt heat. Politicians makin' moves in shadow-box suites, While the streets be boomin' with a different kind of beat. [Bridge] From the yard to the bars, we all chase the crown, Smoke trails rise, watch the skyline frown. Nautical miles, but survival on land, Catchers in the rye, cash movin’ hand to hand. [Verse 3] Crab claws clutch, streets sharper than the knife, Every step forward is a gamble with your life. Tides pull fast, hard to stay afloat, But we Annapolis-built, hustlers cut from old oak. [Chorus] Annapolis hustle, where the water meets the pain, Stacks of dirty cash drownin’ in the Chesapeake rain. Quick schemes plotted under the moon’s faint stain, Here, we flip the tide, ridin’ against the grain.