Got a strip club at the end of my street, my bike got jacked it's been a hell of a week

3 am sirens keep me tossin n' turnin in my sheets

Peace of mind, or piece of the pie, capiche compadre it pays to comply

No sweat about the aftermath, that's the lay of the land in this habitat

Upfront, there's more made at the back, you know the areas grey when the markets black

Oh so you want the best bang for your buck

Big brute bouncers don't blink twice before they rough you up

Rather cut a cheque that's fat than a cheque that's clean

Everyone's trying to make ends meet, but me I'm at my wit's end

Skyscrapers at the city skyline, where you can buy stocks but you can't buy time

Rush hour, sour, better pick up the pace, crabs in a bucket, rats in a race

Twist my arm, no I'm pulling your leg its the death of a salesman, the pursuit to persuade

Streets or boardroom need a clique to contend, a friend of a friend, be not a means to an end

White kicks get dismissed once you kick the can, hey at least you were a part of the brand

Cause if you scratch my back I'll scratch yours too

Gold memberships, silver spoons

Rather cut a cheque that's fat than a cheque that's clean

Everyone's trying to make ends meet, it seems

When you play your part, it may feel like you're screwed from the start

You look up blinded by flashing lights, and you are left in the dark

If there's one thing you've learned from the trials on that cold winded winding road

You'd rather starve with your brothers, than feast on your own

Everyone's trying to make ends meet