City Lights

Brushin’ off them haters, they just static in my zone, But my heart’s cold as ice, spreadin’ vibes, it’s known, Livin’ by the code, with swag and finesse, But if you cross me, homie, you’ll feel the press. Zero f***s given, but my heart’s pure gold, Makin’ moves on these streets, watchin’ stories unfold, Ridin’ life’s wave, with power as my fuel, In this concrete jungle, I’m nobody’s fool. Breakin’ rules with style, no lookin’ back, Spreadin’ fear and respect, stayin’ on track, A rebel with a heart, but with steel in my flow, In the game of survival, I’ll always show. Takin’ risks, with guns by my side, Listenin’ for God, in this street tide, No regrets, just livin’ in the flow, With power as my compass, wherever I go. Zero f***s given, but my heart’s all gold, Makin’ moves on these streets, watchin’ stories unfold, Ridin’ the vibe, with power as my guide, In the hood’s dance, I’ll be by your side. To the hustlers and bosses, grindin’ every night, Spreadin’ fear and respect, in every fight, Raise a glass, let’s toast to the hood’s might, Livin’ life with power, under street’s guiding light.

I’m still walkin’ through the fire, man, I feel the burn, But I’m steady with the lessons that I had to learn. Grew up on the block, yeah, I saw how they played, I was tryna find a way out, but I’m stuck in the game. Every time I hit the ground, it was harder to rise, But I kept my head up, kept lookin’ to the skies. They told me I wouldn’t make it, I was never enough, But I found strength in the struggle, I turned pain into trust. Had to bury all my demons just to find who I am, Fell apart, picked the pieces, and rebuilt from the sand. I ain’t perfect, man, I’m just tryin’ to survive, But I’m here with a purpose, I’m still feelin’ alive. I’ve been through the storm, but I’m searchin’ for peace, Got the weight of the world, but I’m fightin’ for release. Every scar is a story, every loss is a gain, I’m buildin’ from the hurt, I ain’t stayin’ the same. Late nights, I was thinkin’, just drownin’ in pain, Wonderin’ if I’d ever make it out of this rain. But the nights get colder, the stars shine brighter, I was lost in the dark, now I’m holdin’ the lighter. The struggle made me stronger, man, I learned how to fight, Now I turn the pain to power, keep my future in sight. It’s a marathon, not a race, had to pace every step, But I ain’t stoppin’ for nothin’, I’m climbin’ up yet. Every tear that I shed made me tougher inside, I was drownin’ in my fears, now I’m lettin’ them slide. They say “real ones rise,” but they never saw the fall, I had to hit the ground to learn how to stand tall. I’ve been through the storm, but I’m searchin’ for peace, Got the weight of the world, but I’m fightin’ for release. Every scar is a story, every loss is a gain, I’m buildin’ from the hurt, I ain’t stayin’ the same.

Topper madlaleiren med no plager Troppen feirer vaskefrie dager, Roper ENNKÅ og jeg puller opp uten rifle (okei) Ække min feil, at jeg glemte å låse skapet Ta meg sykefri for krig det skal jeg ikke i Samler troppen min, for beverly er 10 av 10 Troppen roper "fuck leiren!" Viser ENNKÅ langefingeren (fuck deg!) Ga meg refs for at bikkestrekken var for jævlig (hva faen!) Tenker fuck it, EY! Kan du holde kjeft Når vi stikker herfra lover jeg det blir full fest Proper og vi puller opp helt forskjellig (okei) Ække vår feil, at staben ikke pratet sammen Topper saniteten med no skader, bare halve troppen løper intervaller Roper Gjerdsbakk, hvordan fant du all den driten (okei) Ække min feil at du dro inn dritten selv Tester lunta til han Andresen Dobbel halv det var ikke så enkelt Bing, bam, boom, snusen tapper min konto ekke rart når ENNKÅ ber meg om å bommer han pronto, Driller til vi blir mongo Gjør at hjernen blir dongo Hakke rå til bilett, men søker perm uansett Troppsjef du er så grei, Nk skriker på meg Thoresen du la lista Landloven den ble mista! Tenker fuck it, EY, jeg skal bli menig nå Staben styrer ikke 1.2 noe lenger nå Nervik, føler seg i sin Mercedes har på solbriller, og tror han eier hele leiren Topper Madlaleiren med no plager Troppen feirer pussefrie dager Roper Tre Av, og det ser jo helt for jævli ut Ække min feil, var Thoresen som lærte meg Sondre Thoresen bare slapp av Vi syntes bare det var jævlig vansklig Edling, du er egentlig bare snill og grei helt til, rekrutter får frem det værste i deg Topper Madlaleiren med no plager Troppen feirer rekruttfrie dager Roper Løge! vi skal gjøre alt ting riktig Nå er vi ferdig som rekrutter her Topper Norge med noen gode soldater dere feirer fredfulle dager

Topper madlaleiren med no plager Troppen feirer vaskefrie dager, Roper NK og jeg puller opp uten rifle (okei) Ække min feil, at jeg glemte å låse skapet Ta meg sykefri for krig det skal jeg ikke i Samler troppen min, for beverly er 10 av 10 Troppen roper "fuck leiren!" Viser Nk langefinger (fuck deg!) Ga meg refs for at bikkestrekken var for jævlig (hva faen!) Tenker fuck it, EY! Kan du holde kjeft Når vi stikker herfra lover jeg det blir full fest Proper og vi puller opp helt forskjellig (okei) Ække vår feil, at staben ikke pratet sammen Topper saniteten med no skader, bare halve troppen løper intervaller Roper Gjerdsbakk, hvordan fant du all den driten (okei) Ække min feil at du hadde grus på skoa Tester lunta til han Andresen Dobbel halv det er ikke så enkelt Bing, bam, boom, snusen tapper min konto ekke rart når NK ber meg om å bommer meg pronto, Driller til vi blir mongo Gjør at hjernen blir dongo Hakke rå til bilett, men søker perm uansett Troppsjef du er så grei, Nk skriker på meg Thoresen du la lista Landloven den ble mista! Tenker fuck it, EY, jeg skal menig nå Staben styrer ikke 1.2 noe lenger nå Nervik, føler seg i sin Mercedes Ække din feil, at Edling var for hard på gassen Topper Madlaleiren med no plager Troppen feirer vaskefrie dager Roper shotgun og jeg puller opp i min Opel (okei) Ække min bil, pappa kjørte meg til skolen Topper Norge med noen landeplager Gutta mine feirer hell'i dager Shotgun og jeg puller opp i min Opel (okei) Ække min bil, pappa kjørte meg til skolen Topper Norge med noen landeplager Gutta mine feirer hell'i dager Roper shotgun og jeg puller opp i min Opel (okei) Ække min bil, pappa kjørte meg til skolen Topper Norge med noen landeplager Gutta mine feirer hell'i dager

Alchemists and peeps, breaking free from lies and disguise Ragnarok, Odin, Valkyries, popping up, no surprise Stranger things, TV reality, seeking where to rise Picking bottles, lovesick and lost, soul unties In a lonely world, like ET, delivering salty fries Satellites carrying souls, destined, no despise Yellow’s unlucky, yucky, Vice City, psycho but wise Stepping up, no chumps, speaking godly, we revitalize Goblins plotting, power luring, messing with the best Heaters flipped, hiding, no case, just pure denial Crowned king, feast in the East, no contest, no arrest Sinning in the 21st, overthinking, going wild On my balcony, praying, “Oh king of kings, be my guest!” Healing my soul, pause and listen, like an inner child Wiping tears, dropping truth, no stress, dressed to impress Zip it up, captain of the ship, join the ride, styled and styled Lost and found, my mind’s a piñata, thoughts blending like a mirage Forever lost, but this task ain’t too tough to massage Dripping with sweat and passion, bodies entwined, let’s camouflage The finest freak in existence, backyard’s my stage, not a mirage Cruising in the M3, two seats, Uzi on my side Lucy said, “No mercy,” deadly living, kinda woozy ride Gossip ‘bout me, cooking bougie Ratatouille Chef Boyardee with ravioli, crazy, feeling like a movie Crowned king, feast in the East, no contest, no arrest Sinning in the 21st, overthinking, going wild On my balcony, praying, “Oh king of kings, be my guest!” Healing my soul, pause and listen, like an inner child Wiping tears, dropping truth, no stress, dressed to impress Zip it up, captain of the ship

Under the moon’s gentle glow, night vibes flow, Masks on, concealed faces in the undertow. Pistols locked and loaded, ready for the show, Minds blown, as we dive deep, where secrets grow. Beneath the ocean’s surface, a world unknown, Where darkness reigns, and mysteries are sown. Silent whispers of the depths, a haunting tone, In the depths of the abyss, we find our own. With every breath, we descend, further down, Exploring the depths, where shadows drown. Pistols at the ready, in the silent sound, Minds blown, as we navigate, unbound. Through the coral maze, we wander, lost in thought, Amongst ancient ruins, where tales are wrought. Masked faces, hiding fears, battles fought, In the depths of the ocean, where dreams are caught. As we journey deeper, into the unknown, With pistols locked and loaded, we’re not alone. Minds blown by the wonders we’ve shown, In the depths of the ocean, we’ve found our home.

Under the moon’s gentle glow, night vibes flow, Masks on, concealed faces in the undertow. Pistols locked and loaded, ready for the show, Minds blown, as we dive deep, where secrets grow. Beneath the ocean’s surface, a world unknown, Where darkness reigns, and mysteries are sown. Silent whispers of the depths, a haunting tone, In the depths of the abyss, we find our own. With every breath, we descend, further down, Exploring the depths, where shadows drown. Pistols at the ready, in the silent sound, Minds blown, as we navigate, unbound. Through the coral maze, we wander, lost in thought, Amongst ancient ruins, where tales are wrought. Masked faces, hiding fears, battles fought, In the depths of the ocean, where dreams are caught. As we journey deeper, into the unknown, With pistols locked and loaded, we’re not alone. Minds blown by the wonders we’ve shown, In the depths of the ocean, we’ve found our home.

Pussy bitches get the elbow, call it MMA, Tappin’ out these clowns like I’m training every day. Soft like a pillow, yeah, they crying ’bout the game, While I’m stacking up my wins, they just looking for some fame. Catch ‘em slipping, doing TikToks in the mirror, bro, I’m out here cooking, chef moves, Gordon with the flow. Elbow to the ego, watch ’em crumble like it’s Jenga, They tryna keep it spicy, but they sweeter than some mango. Pussy bitches get the elbow, that’s just how it go, Tap out or get clapped out, we keep it on the low. Funny how they fold up, comedy in slow-mo, Flexin’ like a pro, though, elbow to the logo. I’m the heavyweight, you featherlight, little paperweight, Tryna step to me, bruh, better off to meditate. Funny like a sitcom, laugh track on repeat, But this elbow ain’t no joke when it lands on your cheek.

[Verse] City lights flicker I'm lost in the haze Everyone's a stranger in these neon maze Chasing dreams with broken beats in the night Living for the thrill under the bright streetlight [Chorus] Got that swagger with a story to tell Rise and grind making waves where I dwell They all watch from the sidelines and see But they can't live this crazy life like me [Verse 2] Ink runs deep with the ink of my pen Writing tales of my victories again and again Skyscrapers loom shadows on my path Hungry for success aiming for the aftermath [Bridge] Whispers in the alleys secrets in the wind Playing this game cause I was born to win Night owls crooning songs nobody knows Writing my legend beneath the city's glow [Chorus] Got that swagger with a story to tell Rise and grind making waves where I dwell They all watch from the sidelines and see But they can't live this crazy life like me [Verse 3] Heads high with the pride of my crew Every step echoes cause I'm coming through Rhythm of my heart matches with the beat Defining my destiny on every street

Intro: Sematary & DJ Sorrow] I'm on the Rainbow Bridge Yeah, yeah (Haunted Mound) I got a cellphone, it don't never ring (Go, go) Ain't never gave a fuck about anything Meet me in the trees, no one hears you scream Can't never, ever, ever, ever, go to sleep (DJ Sorrow!) [Chorus] I got a cellphone, but it don't ever ring (Nah) Ain't never gave a fuck about anything (Nah) Meet me in the trees, no one hears you scream (Nah) Can't ever ever ever ever go to sleep (No, no) I just be flexin' in my Truey jeans (Flex, flex, flex) I just be rockin' in my rocker jeans (My rock 'n' roll, ah) I just be flexin' in my Truey jeans (Flex, flex, flex) I just be rockin' in my rocker jeans (My rock 'n' roll)

[Verse] Les pavés chantent sous mes Nike, Ville Lumière s’éveille, Graphes sur les murs, histoires d'amour sans le charme des veilles. J’cruise le bitume avec le cœur d’un roi, Dans l’ombre des buildings, j’me faufile comme un chat. [Verse 2] Croissants fourrés d’or et de galères, Tour Eiffel, gardienne de nos rêves éphémères. Metro, boulot, dodo, mais j’sais jouer des coudes, Entre les rats des champs et l'élite qu'on s'bourre. [Chorus] Paris, la belle rebelle, rue où rien ne sommeille, Des secrets se murmurent sous les réverbères de veille. Dans ses artères, le cœur bat la chamade, Une mélodie de vie, parfois douce, souvent nomade. [Verse 3] Les touristes flashent, mais voient pas la réalité, Sous les ponts, les âmes perdues cherchent la clarté. Accents mélangés, une tour de Babel, Où chaque sourire est une histoire, une étincelle. [Verse 4] De Montmartre aux Halles, de Pigalle à Nation, Le beat urbain, c’est notre refrain, notre passion. Chaque soir une fresque, chaque jour une mélodie, Le graffiti du destin se dessine, vague infinie. [Chorus] Paris, la belle rebelle, rue où rien ne sommeille, Des secrets se murmurent sous les réverbères de veille. Dans ses artères, le cœur bat la chamade, Une mélodie de vie, parfois douce, souvent nomade.

Verse 1: Akshit bhai, tu mota saand, Ladkiyon ke peeche bhaagta, ban gaya tharki baand aur laghta hai gadhe ki gand. Yeah yeah na terey paas hai loda, na hai dimaagh thoda. They call me no hoes because im drink your mums lactose!! 31! They call me wasted gen but i suck up there mums lactogen! yeah yeah 31 drop... Rizz up karne ka sochta hai, par fail ho jaata scene, Simp ka raja, cringe ka devta, tu hai PK ka chela machine! Chorus: Arre Akshit, Akshit, kya kar raha hai tu? Mota hai tu, par sapne bade, kahan chala hai tu? Mandir mein mantra, masjid mein dua, Doghla banda, ladki na mili, kya hoga ab tu? Verse 2: Shirt tight pehenta, pet latakta hai bahar, Bollywood wala pose maarta, par lagta hai bekaar. ‘Baby, tera dil chura loonga,’ bolta hai yeh clown, Par ladki bolti, ‘Bhaiya, pehle apna wazan le ke down!’ Yeah, yeah check check, its 31. i got a girl but i still feel alone bruh, akshit kya kar raha hai apna peyt chopaane ke liye pehen le ek night gown, yeah yeah deep voice yeah 31, Chorus: Arre Akshit, Akshit, kya kar raha hai tu? Mota hai tu, par sapne bade, kahan chala hai tu? Mandir mein mantra, masjid mein dua, Doghla banda, ladki na mili, kya hoga ab tu? Bridge: Haan bhai, tu hai PK, religion ka buffet, Kabhi pandit, kabhi maulvi, kabhi ban ja Sufi set. Par ladkiyon ke samne, tu ekdum zero hai, Simp ka certificate, tujhe free mein milta hai! Par ladkiya nahi milti hai. Outro: Toh sun le Akshit, ab gym jaa thodi der, Rizz up karna chhod de, ban ja thoda clever. Doglapan chhod, ek rasta pakad le tu, Warna zindagi bhar bolega, ‘Kya kar raha hoon main, oof!’ yea 31 out....tch tch.