Vulture Grip

Shadows creep on these cracked concrete veins, Block's a battlefield, where the lost souls remain. Glock whispers secrets in the dead of night, One wrong glance, and we ignite the fight. Raised by the sirens, baptized in the rain, Mama's prayers echo, but the pain's my chain. Opps circle like vultures, eyes cold as steel, I grip the heat tight, make the devil kneel. From the corner store dreams to the trap house schemes, Bullets rewrite fates in these shattered beams. Heart heavy with ghosts of the brothers I lost, Every scar's a story, every wound's the cost.

Drill life, slide through the mist, no peace, 808s rumble like thunder beneath the streets. Hi-hats tick like a bomb in my chest, We ride or we die, in this endless quest. Blood on the pavement, tears in the dark, Survival's a blade, cuts straight to the heart. No mercy, no retreat, just the raw and the real, In the drill, we seal our fate with steel.

Neon lights flicker on the ghosts we chase, Rivals plot in the haze, wearing death on their face. I navigate the maze of these trap-infused nights, Paranoia my shadow, fueling these fights. Lost my dawg to a spark in the alleyway glow, Now his echo haunts me wherever I go. Pockets lined with the grind, but the soul's on empty, Violence a cycle, spinning wild and plenty. From the stoop to the strip, where the young ones fall, Dreams drown in the bass, hear the siren's call. I pen these bars with the weight of the world, Emotional warfare, flags forever furled.

Drill life, slide through the mist, no peace, 808s rumble like thunder beneath the streets. Hi-hats tick like a bomb in my chest, We ride or we die, in this endless quest. Blood on the pavement, tears in the dark, Survival's a blade, cuts straight to the heart. No mercy, no retreat, just the raw and the real, In the drill, we seal our fate with steel.

Pause for a breath in this storm we call home, Memories fracture like glass under chrome. What if the hustle could heal what we break? But the streets pull us back, no escape in their wake. Voices of the fallen rise with the wind, Whispering warnings, but we dive in again. Emotional scars run deeper than lead, In this grim symphony, the living stay dead.

Drill life, slide through the mist, no peace, 808s rumble like thunder beneath the streets. Hi-hats tick like a bomb in my chest, We ride or we die, in this endless quest. Blood on the pavement, tears in the dark, Survival's a blade, cuts straight to the heart. No mercy, no retreat, just the raw and the real, In the drill, we seal our fate with steel.

Fade into the night, echoes of the drill, Street life eternal, bending but never still...