Intro

Moscow streets, cold nights, fast money

Yeah, let me tell you 'bout my story

Verse 1

I was born in the concrete jungle, no silver spoon

Mama working double shifts underneath the moon

Father left when I was six, ain't no time to cry

Learned to hustle on the pavement, learned to survive

Arbat lights reflecting in my hungry eyes

Every step I take is heavy, every dream's a prize

They say the city's golden, but the gold is cold

You either sell your soul or watch your story unfold

Pre-Chorus

From the metro to the rooftop, chasing paper every night

Blood and sweat on every corner, this is my fight