[Intro]
Lights down. Neon hum. (skrt)
We move like thunder under city gums. (yah)
Breathe in — streets talk back.
Tonight we crown the black. (brrah)
[Verse 1] (16 bars)
Step on 7th & Neon, chrome kicks, cold breath, (skrt)
Knuckles glow electric — paid dues, no check yet. (yah)
Blue halos on the pavement, my shadow counts wins, (woah)
Diamond dust on dashboard, the race begins. (brrah)
Pulse in my chest like an 808 sermon, (yah)
Name on the skyline — I earn it, I earn it. (skrt)
Pocket full of prophets, they whisper the plan, (plan)
Eyes on the rooftop where the cameras can't scan. (scan)
Bloodline of hustle, my lineage is grind, (grind)
Every scar a map that I keep in my mind. (mind)
They flash lights, I flash bars — strobe bars, true art, (skrt)
Neon knuckles clench, I keep the torch in the dark. (torch)
Concrete roses bloom where the cold winds blow, (yah)
We lace up our legacies, leave footprints in snow. (brrah)
City sings our chorus at midnight, on cue, (cue)
We move like a verdict — streets know what we do. (do)
[Pre-Chorus]
Feel that buzz, it's electric — notch it, don't let it drop. (don't drop)
Scars got stories, stack 'em, let the records talk. (records)
[Chorus] (Call & Response)
Lead: Neon Knuckles — light it up! (Neon!)
Response: Light it up! (Light it up!)
Lead: Neon Knuckles — throw your cuffs! (Throw 'em!)
Response: Throw your cuffs! (Throw 'em!)
Lead: Neon Knuckles — we run the night. (Run it!)
Response: Run the night! (Run the night!)
Motif repeat: Neon... Knuckles... (Neon—Neon) (skrt)
[Instrumental Drop — Short] (808 slide into chorus)
(Ad-libs: yah, skrt, brrah — doubled gospel pads underneath)
[Verse 2] (16 bars)
Mirrors fog on the Lambo, breath paints the glass, (skrt)
We score sunsets, steal tomorrows, never rent the past. (yah)
Lettered jackets, hood stitched with mama's prayers, (mama)
We move king-size — suites, street fights, upstairs. (upstairs)
Red light at Broadway, we cut through like knives, (cut)
Money talks in whispers, but power shouts lives. (shouts)
Leather seats memory foam, count the nights we stayed up, (stay up)
City clocks tick pennies, we turned 'em to plates, bruh. (plates)
Punchlines like brass knuckles — clink, let 'em hear, (clink)
We write legacies in alleyways, not just in cheer. (cheer)
No cap — we bleed colors nobody taught, (yah)
Neon script tattooed on the skyline we bought. (bought)
Short breaths, long runs, the chase is the creed, (creed)
We crown what's earned — not borrowed, not begged, but freed. (freed)
Stack the chorus, echo back — this is our rite, (rite)
Neon knuckles, city crowns — run this night. (run it) (brrah)
[Pre-Chorus — Short]
Buzz up, torch up, let the chorus mount. (mount)
Scars read like scriptures — keep the account. (account)
[Chorus] (Tighter — repeat motif)
Neon Knuckles — light it up! (Light it up!)
Neon Knuckles — throw your cuffs! (Throw 'em!)
Neon Knuckles — we run the night. (Run it!)
Neon... Knuckles... (Neon—Neon) (skrt, yah)
[Bridge]
Hold tight, ride
