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Créé le nov. 26, 2025

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[Verse]
Fist clenched tighter than a vice on a bad day,
Words sharp, cutting through the smoke like a mad blade.
City’s heart pumping venom in the back way,
Cash rains, drowning dreams in the ash gray.

Run the block like a treadmill on fire,
Chains heavy, neck colder than a live wire.
Chasing stacks, got the grind till I expire,
Voices in my head screaming, "Take it higher!"

[Chorus]
Iron grip, never slipping from the throne,
Built my kingdom outta steel and broken bones.
What’s mine is mine, you can't clone this zone,
Iron grip, leave 'em frozen to the stone.

[Verse 2]
Teeth grit, snapping jaws like a pit fight,
Shadows dance, moving silent in the dim light.
Pulse steady, keep it ticking like a wrist tight,
Game locked, never flinch in the fistfight.

Smoke trails spiral upward, the grind's raw,
Bite the hand that feeds, leaving blood in the jaw.
No fraud, just a product of the street's law,
Tattooed scars, each one telling what I saw.

[Bridge]
Grind till the sun fades,
March through the cascades,
Power surging, my veins rage,
Never boxed in by their cage.