Gutter to Gold

Chorus:

I’m the king, I’m the man, I’m the only one

Still laying tile when the others are done

I’m the king, I’m the man, step back, better run

Corporate pretenders — I’m the real one

You talk like a king but you fold under pressure,

I’m 44 deep still grafting, no surrender.

26 years in the game, hands scarred, back bent,

While you money-grabbing clowns been robbing people for rent.

Big box stores, corporations, all you suit-wearing clowns,

Charging people triple for the same job in this town.

You got salesmen in polos, I got dust in my lungs,

You got fancy showrooms, I got scars on my thumbs.

Chorus:

I’m the king, I’m the man, I’m the only one

Still laying tile when the others are done

I’m the king, I’m the man, step back, better run

Corporate pretenders — I’m the real one

I came from the council estate, same clothes every year,

Now I pull up in an Escalade, that’s the truth right here.

Two cars paid off, but that ain’t even the point,

I built this life from nothing, every day on the site.

You fragile little pretenders hiding behind a screen,

I’m out here in the dust doing what you’ve never seen.

You pretend to be kings, I actually bleed,

I’m the last real one that this game still needs.

You can keep your markups and your fancy storefronts,

I’ll keep delivering quality while you sit back and front.

You talk a big game but your work don’t compare,

I’ve been doing this 26 years — you just started last year.

Chorus:

I’m the king, I’m the man, I’m the only one

Still laying tile when the others are done

I’m the king, I’m the man, step back, better run

Corporate pretenders — I’m the real one

Final Drop:

OG Stay Ready…

This crown ain’t for sale.