(Verse 1)  
Cruisin' in the chrome, yeah, we ride through the night,  
Got the gang in the back, man, we ready for a fight,  
Trappin' hard on the grind, every day, every night,  
Stackin' paper, countin' dough, man, the hustle's my life.  
Sippin' lean, feelin' clean, vision's blurry but right,  
All these dreams in my head, now they sparklin' bright,  
Lookin' sharp, playin' smart, man, the moves gotta ignite,  
In the hood, we don't play, always ready for the hype.  
(Hook)  
Chrome wheels, low-key feels, money stackin' on the real,  
Run the game, no shame, know the streets, we keep it trill,  
Drugs flow, let it go, in the trap, we steal the show,  
Livin' fast, never slow, got that fire, watch it glow.  
(Verse 2)  
In the shadows, makin' deals, fiends be callin' at night,  
When the sun goes down low, see the truth in the light,  
Hustle tight, grindin' right, yeah, we dream in the fight,  
Countin' wins, we won't lose, keep our eyes on the prize.  
Pullin' up in the whip, tinted windows, we slide,  
Flashin' cash, livin' large, yeah, we’re ready for the ride,  
Got the city on lock, feel the heat and the vibe,  
In this game, we stay true, never fold, never hide.  
(Hook)