Yo, I wake up to the sound of the subway train,
Concrete jungle runnin’ through my veins.
5th Ave lights flashin’ in the pourin’ rain,
Dreams and hustles — that’s the native slang.
From the Bronx to Queens, I’ve seen it all,
Graffiti tags drippin’ on the project wall.
Kids with ambition, hoop dreams tall,
Tryna make it big, never plan to fall.
(Hook)
In the streets of NY, where the night don’t sleep,
Where the talk is real, and the cuts run deep.
From the corner bodega to the Empire sky,
We rise, we grind, in the city that’s fly.
In the streets of NY — we never slow down,
We kings with no crown, still run this town.
From Harlem beats to the Brooklyn blocks,
It’s hustle o’clock, yeah, the city don’t stop.
(Verse 2)
I spit truth in a Timbs and hoodie fit,
Late night cyphers, every bar legit.
Cabs zoom past, neon signs lit,
Whole city got rhythm, can’t fake this hit.
Lady Liberty watchin’ from the harbor view,
As the skyline paints dreams in a midnight hue.
You got Wall Street deals and subway blues,
But in the heart of the streets, we make our moves.
(Hook)
In the streets of NY, where the night don’t sleep,
Where the talk is real, and the cuts run deep.
From the corner bodega to the Empire sky,
We rise, we grind, in the city that’s fly.
In the streets of NY — we never slow down,
We kings with no crown, still run this town.
From Harlem beats to the Brooklyn blocks,
It’s hustle o’clock, yeah, the city don’t stop.
(Bridge)
Yo, city of sirens, dreams and scars,
Where kids sell verses like candy bars.
It’s love and war behind tinted cars,
We’re made of hustle — we don’t need stars.
(Final Hook)
In the streets of NY, it’s a state of mind,
If you fall, get up — leave the fear behind.
From the gutter to gold, yeah, we redefine,
’Cause the streets of New York? Forever shine.
