[Verse] Whip in the Caddy, but the tank runnin' low, Empty pockets, but the wrist still glow. Gritty streets, where the dreams get sold, Grind all night, till the paper unfold. [Verse 2] Stackin' bricks, but it ain't for a house, Runnin' from sirens, quiet as a mouse. Codes on the block, no snitch and no doubt, Shadowin' the moon, till the lights come out. [Chorus] No quick fix in the city maze, Eyes open wide in that purple haze. Hustle all day, never catch a phase, Chasin' green lights in these smoky daze. [Bridge] Blood on the pavement, tales gotta tell, Grit in the air, from the streets risen hell. Quick tongues stay sharp; stay out the cell, Risk it all daily, dodgin' that jail. [Verse 3] Every corner got a story to squeal, Nightmares in Nikes, the struggle real. Pockets of dreams, you gotta steal, Never back down, put your hand on the wheel. [Chorus] No quick fix in the city maze, Eyes open wide in that purple haze. Hustle all day, never catch a phase, Chasin' green lights in these smoky daze.
