Lyrics
[Verse]
City breathing loud, streets whisper secrets,
Concrete jungle, where the shadows frequent.
Dreams in the gutter, schemes in the air,
A dollar and a Glock, life's truth or dare.
Subway symphony, rats play conductor,
Potholes swallow dreams, can't reconstruct ya.
Timbs hit the pavement, scars on the block,
Clocks tick-tock, duckin' from the opps.
[Chorus]
Empire's echo, city never sleeps,
Voices in the alleys, promises it keeps.
Running from the sirens, running from the past,
Living for the moment, praying it’ll last.
[Verse 2]
Pigeons and the pigeons, both in the mix,
Hustle's arithmetic, bricks to the clicks.
Chi-town soul with that Brooklyn spin,
Where the skyline smirks, and the struggle begins.
Chain swings heavy, weight of the grind,
Heartbeats syncopate, 808s rewind.
Frost on the breath, smoke in the air,
Corner store dreams, the throne's over there.
[Bridge]
Echoes in the tunnels, whispers in the dark,
Every borough bleeds, every block’s a spark.
From Harlem to Englewood, threads intertwine,
Drill beats pounding, where the stars don't shine.
Style
layered with chicago-style melodic ad-libsdark synth texturesgritty drill beats with sharp hi-hatship hopdrillrapmale vocalsheavy 808strap
Prompt
rap, hip hop, trap, male with New York drill and Chicago rap
Credits
Prompt byRuss
GeneratedAug 25, 2025
ModelAria v4
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