Eyes Like Knives

Shadows creep on these blocks where the sirens scream, Grew up dodgin' bullets, chasin' faded dreams, Pops locked up, mom's tears stain the floor, I grip the heat tight, heart cold like winter's core. Opps slide through, masks on, eyes like knives, One wrong glance, and it's lights out for lives. From the corner store to the trap house glow, Blood on the pavement, where the real ones go. Echoes of laughter turn to ghosts in the night, Loyalty's a blade, cuts deep in the fight. I pray for peace but the streets call my name, In this concrete jungle, survival's the game.

Drill life, slide, no mercy in sight, 808s rumble like thunder in the night. Hi-hats tick fast, hearts pound with the beat, Street kings risin', from the dirt to the heat. Opps get packed, no talk, just action, Blood spills quick in this violent fraction. We ride or die, under city lights dim, Drill forever, where the weak never win.

Wounds from the past, scars that never heal, Lost my brother to the steel, now the pain's too real. Hustle for the fam, stackin' packs in the rain, Enemies circle like vultures, bringin' chains. One false move, and the chopper sings low, Bullets dance wild in the afterglow. Memories flash of the block's brutal code, Betrayal's the venom that runs in the road. I spit fire raw, voice crackin' with rage, For every fallen soldier, I turn the page. No heroes here, just survivors in the fray, Drill heart pumpin', till my last breath's away.

Drill life, slide, no mercy in sight, 808s rumble like thunder in the night. Hi-hats tick fast, hearts pound with the beat, Street kings risin', from the dirt to the heat. Opps get packed, no talk, just action, Blood spills quick in this violent fraction. We ride or die, under city lights dim, Drill forever, where the weak never win.

Slow it down, feel the weight on my chest, Ghosts whisper secrets, put my soul to the test. Whats glory in graves? Whats power in pain? But the streets own me, breakin' every chain. One more slide, one more story untold, In this endless war, turn silver to gold.

Dawn breaks red on the war-torn streets, I load the clip, chase the devil's receipts. Friends turn foes when the money gets tight, Trust is a luxury lost in the fight. Echo the cries of the innocent caught, In crossfire dreams that the reaper has bought. I stand tall, unbowed in the storm, Drill's my anthem, keepin' spirits warm. From chi-town blocks to the UK's haze, We carve our legends in the violent maze. No escape, just the rhythm of the grind, Eternal drill, leavin' marks on mankind.

Drill life, slide, no mercy in sight...

We ride or die, under city lights dim... Drill forever, where the weak never win.