Midnight Hustle

[Verse] Late nights, streets whisper real low, Flickin' through the city, feeling cold as December snow. Pockets light, dreams heavy, on that grind mode, Runnin' through the maze, dodgin' rats, crackin' codes. [Verse 2] Concrete underfoot, future in the stars, Whips rollin' by, masked men in fast cars. Back alleys, shadows dance, chasing shards of glass, Eyes on the prize, no days off, no pass. [Chorus] Smooth talk, slick moves, rise above the grime, Hustle in the blood, rhythm in the rhyme. Late night, city light, grinding for the shine, UK streets tough, but this game be mine. [Verse 3] Moonlight reflections in the Thames, tales unfold, Echoes of the legends, stories never told. Brick walls, spray-paint, hieroglyphs of old, Hustlers’ creed carved deep, deeper than gold. [Verse 4] Rollie on the wrist, time ticking slow, Patience of a sage, finesse they never know. Blinded by ambitions, eyes got that glow, Champion of the shadows, takin' every blow. [Bridge] Whispers in the wind, secrets in the beat, Heartbeats syncopated, truths underneath. Life a grand stage, every role unique, UK nights, city vibe, all the dreams we seek.