Nightfall Hustle

Moonlight dripping, shadows on the pavement,

City whispers secrets, silent entertainment.

Stacks in my pocket, heart full of ambition,

Dreams in the rearview, a hustler's tradition.

Nightfall hustle, the grind never sleeps,

Echoes of the streets, where the struggle runs deep.

Chasing that paper, my soul I keep,

In the city of wolves, ain't no room for sheep.

Streetlights flicker, a dance with the devil,

Every move calculated, I'm on another level.

Diamonds in the rough, they sparkle in the grime,

Counting every second, living on borrowed time.

Heartbeats sync to the 808's thrum,

Life in the fast lane, no time to play dumb.

Spinning through the chaos, where the rich and poor collide,

In the maze of the night, I let my spirit glide.

Came from the gutter, now I'm building an empire,

Every bar a brick, every word spit fire.

From the dirt to the crown, I rise, I climb,

Writing my legacy, one rhyme at a time.

Nightfall hustle, the grind never sleeps,

Echoes of the streets, where the struggle runs deep.

Chasing that paper, my soul I keep,

In the city of wolves, ain't no room for sheep.