Chrome Shadows

Shadows creep on the corner where the streetlights flicker low, Glock tucked in my waist, heart heavy from the blow, Mama's prayers echo, but the reaper's callin' close, Rivals plottin' in the mist, turnin' brothers into ghosts. Paved in concrete scars, we hustle through the pain, Sirens wail like lost souls, dancin' in the rain, One wrong glance, and it's flames, no time for the tame, Blood on the pavement, etch our names in the game. From the trap house whispers to the alleyway cries, Eyes cold as winter, hidin' tears behind the lies, Chasin' ghosts of the fallen, stackin' chips just to survive, In this jungle of the lost, only the ruthless thrive.

Drill deep, feel the slide of that 808 quake, Hi-hats rattle like the chains we can't break, Street life got us bleedin', violence in our veins, Opps lurkin' in the dark, playin' deadly games. Bang, bang, echoes through the night so cold, Hearts turn to stone, stories never told, We ride for the block, till the reaper takes hold, Drill life, raw and bold, in the fire we fold.

Nights blur into chaos, beef simmerin' slow, Whispers turn to warnings, then the bullets start to flow, Lost my dawg to the corner, now his shadow haunts the stoop, Vengeance in my grip, slidin' silent through the loop. Pockets full of dreams, but the weight pulls 'em down, Fiends at the door, crown of thorns in this town, Every step a gamble, dice rollin' with fate, One slip on the trigger, seal a permanent date. Memories like shrapnel, tearin' deep in the chest, Sisters weep for the gone, brothers fail the test, We build empires on ashes, fragile as the frost, In the drill's cruel rhythm, countin' every cost.

Drill deep, feel the slide of that 808 quake, Hi-hats rattle like the chains we can't break, Street life got us bleedin', violence in our veins, Opps lurkin' in the dark, playin' deadly games. Bang, bang, echoes through the night so cold, Hearts turn to stone, stories never told, We ride for the block, till the reaper takes hold, Drill life, raw and bold, in the fire we fold.

Pause for a breath in the storm's eye, Wounds run deeper than the scars we hide, What price for the throne in this war-torn sky? Echoes of the lost, askin' why we fight. But the beat drops hard, no room for the weak, Survival's the scripture, in the streets we speak.

Dawn breaks on the wreckage, but the cycle spins again, New faces in the fray, carryin' the same sin, From the cradle to the grave, it's a gauntlet we run, Trust shattered like glass under the settin' sun. Voices of the angels drowned in the bassline roar, We carve our path with fire, leavin' legends on the floor, Emotional wreckage, buried under the code, In the heart of the drill, where the wild winds blow.

Drill deep, till the end...