Yo, it’s D-Sinister, once known as the dude that probably smashed your sister,
From the streets to the suites, yeah, the man been through it.
Grew up in the grind, trafficking and hustling,
Living life fast, never thought of the repercussions.
Guns and drugs, yeah, the party was wild,
Did whatever he wanted, living life in exile.
But the fast lane caught up, lost it all in the end,
Prison bars closed in, had to break, had to mend.
Came back to the world with a fire in his eyes,
Took a job on the phones, had to improvise.
Turned those skills from the streets into a business plan,
From a telemarketer’s seat to the CEO man.
Got a piece of the pie, climbed up, took control,
But life’s a wild ride, lost it all, paid the toll.
Yet D-Sinister ain’t one to stay down,
He rebuilt from the ashes, rose up from the ground.
Selling mortgage leads, making big moves,
Hundreds of thousands a month, got nothing to lose.
Living life on his terms, yeah, he took the chance,
From the gutter to the top, it’s a victory dance.
So remember the D when you’re feeling low,
It’s never too late to rise, let the hustle show.
From the streets to the suites, he made it happen,
D-Sinister’s the name, and the beat keeps clappin’.