Chat Log

Verse 1
Step into the backroom, smoke in the air,
Gold watch ticking on the boss’s chair.
Silk tie, cold eyes, no mercy to spare—
If you talk too loud, you might disappear.

Bootleg liquor in a battered case,
Cops on payroll, never leave a trace.
We deal in whispers, power, and pace—
Every handshake’s just a high-stakes race.

Hook
Yeah, we run this town from the alleys to the docks,
Pocket full of secrets, coat full of Glocks.
Move like ghosts when the midnight knocks—
When the door taps twice, you don’t check that box.

Verse 2
Black car parked with the engine low,
Tommy gun humming like a radio.
Money in the walls, but nobody knows—
We bury our sins where the river flows.

Champagne dreams with a razor grin,
Card game crooked but I still cash in.
In a world full of saints, I was born to sin—
Got blood on my shoes and a tailored pin.

Hook
Yeah, we run this town from the alleys to the docks,
Pocket full of secrets, coat full of Glocks.
Move like ghosts when the midnight knocks—
When the door taps twice, you don’t check that box.

Bridge (spoken/rap)
No halo in this city made of bourbon and chrome,
Just kings with pistols guarding paper and thrones.
Say my name in the wrong place—never get home.
We built an empire outta smoke and bone.

Final Hook
We run this town, shadows sharp as knives,
Playing God with the gangland lives.
If the door taps twice, better cut those ties—
That’s the sound of power in a world of lies.

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