歌詞
(Verse 1)
Yeah, grew up in the ends, where the nights feel cold,
Chasing after dreams, man, we’re breaking the mold.
Rollin’ with my squad, yeah, we stay on our grind,
From the block to the charts, now they see us shine.
(Chorus)
Street tales, we got stories to tell,
From the struggle and the hustle, rising outta hell.
Countin’ all these wins, yeah, we know it’s a grind,
In the heart of the city, got that fire in my mind.
(Verse 2)
Late nights, city lights, it’s a dangerous game,
But I’m stacking up the paper, never chasin’ the fame.
Real ones by my side, they know how we roll,
When the pressure’s on high, man, we never fold.
(Chorus)
Street tales, we got stories to tell,
From the struggle and the hustle, rising outta hell.
Countin’ all these wins, yeah, we know it’s a grind,
In the heart of the city, got that fire in my mind.
(Bridge)
Lessons from the streets, yeah, they taught me well,
In this life we lead, gotta break out the shell.
Every setback’s a setup for a major comeback,
Now we’re up in the game, there’s no lookin’ back.
(Outro)
So raise a glass to the nights we won’t forget,
Living for the moment, no room for regret.
Street tales, we write ‘em, it’s our legacy,
Central Cee vibes, man, we’re destined to be free.