Dust And Gold

Yeah. Boots hit pavement when the sun goes down.
Turning up the bass till it shakes the ground.
Came from the shadows with the map in my mind.
Every locked door, only strength in the grind.
Sub-bass hitting like a hammer on steel.
Built every move from the hunger we feel.
Back rims rolling through the avenue.
Still moving forward with the same day one crew.
No cheap talk, let the real work speak.
Every hard night make the whole team strong.