Burmese Shadows

[Verse] Concrete jungle, Burmese shadows lurk, Street hustle silent, like a phantom in the murk, Takin’ cash stacks, ten steps ahead of twelve, From Rangoon to the ‘Ratha, livin' edge, can't dwell. [Verse] AKs sing lullabies, gold chains gleam, Mafia don rise, cutthroat's the dream, Dealin’ in the night, fears feed the flame, Two-faced smiles hide bloody shame. [Chorus] Hustlin' every sunrise, claimin’ the streets, Dollar bills whisper, fate on repeat, Myanmar nights grip tight, shadows never sleep, Breathin’ in the darkness, secrets we keep. [Verse] Silk suits conceal, scars of the trade, Blood money fuels power, no masquerade, Silent schemes weave tight, a spider's web, Each hustled dime sewin' a deeper thread. [Verse] From peasant fields to concrete thrones, Lawless sermons preached through broken bones, Luxury an illusion, sweaty palms clasp, Survival ain't a game, it's an ironclad grasp. [Chorus] Hustlin' every sunrise, claimin’ the streets, Dollar bills whisper, fate on repeat, Myanmar nights grip tight, shadows never sleep, Breathin’ in the darkness, secrets we keep.