[Verse] Late nights, city lights, corner of the block, Trunk popped, beats drop, hustle never stop. Sidewalk court, where the players talk, I’m movin' weight, but it’s tapes that I rock. Bass thump, crowd jump, echoes in the air, Words sharp as a blade, ain’t nobody compare. Grind steady like the clock, I’m out here to claim, Mixtape king, and this hustle is my game. [Pre-Chorus] Every track’s a story, every rhyme’s a fight, From the struggle in the dark to the flashin' lights. Keep it real, keep it raw, that’s the code I live, Got the streets on lock, every tape I give. [Chorus] Bass in the trunk, out here on the court, Mixin' up the heat, you know I hold it down for sure. Flippin' tape to tape, gotta stay on the grind, From the streets to the beats, it’s my voice you find. Bass in the trunk, out here on the court, Mixin' up the heat, you know I hold it down for sure. Flippin' tape to tape, gotta stay on the grind, From the streets to the beats, it’s my voice you find. [Verse] Ink-stained fingers, stories in the lines, Young kings in the game, hustlin' past the signs. From the cracks in the pavement to the city sky, I’m the voice you hear when the night rides by. No silver spoon, just a mic and a dream, Built my throne from the corner, now I’m runnin' the scene. Step up, grab a tape, let the bass take hold, Every verse, every hook, pure fire, pure gold. [Pre-Chorus] Every track’s a story, every rhyme’s a fight, From the struggle in the dark to the flashin' lights. Keep it real, keep it raw, that’s the code I live, Got the streets on lock, every tape I give. [Chorus] Bass in the trunk, out here on the court, Mixin' up the heat, you know I hold it down for sure. Flippin' tape to tape, gotta stay on the grind, From the streets to the beats, it’s my voice you find. Bass in the trunk, out here on the court, Mixin' up the heat, you know I hold it down for sure. Flippin' tape to tape, gotta stay on the grind, From the streets to the beats, it’s my voice you find. [Bridge] Cold nights, warm beats, sweat drippin' down, This is how the legends in the city get crowned. No flash, no fame, just a story to tell, From the trunk to your ears, I’m raisin' hell. [Chorus] Bass in the trunk, out here on the court, Mixin' up the heat, you know I hold it down for sure. Flippin' tape to tape, gotta stay on the grind, From the streets to the beats, it’s my voice you find. Bass in the trunk, out here on the court, Mixin' up the heat, you know I hold it down for sure. Flippin' tape to tape, gotta stay on the grind, From the streets to the beats, it’s my voice you find. [Outro] Bass low, night slow, hustle never quits, Out here on the block, where the real ones get lit. Trunk full of dreams and the city’s own sound, This is where legends and mixtapes are found.