(Verse 1)
Make gangster lyrics about money, life, thugs, betrayal, trust,
I’m the king of this jungle, out the mud, built from rust,
Cash rules everything, stackin’ green like it’s a must,
Flexin’ on these haters, watch me shine, watch me bust.
I came from the corner, where dreams turn to nightmares,
Hustlin' hard, dodgin' feds, breathin' in that street air,
Ain't no love in the game, it's a cold-blooded affair,
Trust a few, betray the rest, put 'em out like cold glare.
(Chorus)
Life’s a gamble, roll the dice, ain't no second chances,
Countin’ bands while they pretend, playin’ fake romances,
Thugs with ambition, keep it real, no sacrifices,
Ballin' on these streets, livin' life like we’re invincible devices.
(Verse 2)
I’m stackin’ paper, man, I’m chasin' that cheddar,
Bitches want a piece, but ain't none of 'em better,
See a real one rise, they wanna see me sever,
But I’m climbin’ to the top, like a shark, I’m a predator.
Trust is thin, like the ice in the summer,
One false move, and your life’s turned to slumber,
Niggas playin’ games, but I'm a whole different number,
When the truth hits ‘em hard, they fall like thunder.
(Chorus)
Life’s a gamble, roll the dice, ain't no second chances,
Countin’ bands while they pretend, playin’ fake romances,
Thugs with ambition, keep it real, no sacrifices,
Ballin' on these streets, livin' life like we’re invincible devices.
(Bridge)
From the block to the top, never stop, I’m relentless,
Enemies lurkin’, I’m alert with the senses,
Money in the bag, with my crew, no pretenses,
With my life on the line, I don’t need no defenses.
(Verse 3)
Money talks louder than a bullet in the night,
I’m a soldier in this war, keep my enemies in sight,
Betrayal the currency, trust lost in the fight,
But I’m buildin' my empire, yeah, it’s my birthright.
These streets shaped me, made me cold, made me tough,
But I rise like the sun, when the streets get rough,
Flexin’ on my haters, got my heart in the bluff,
Livin' life like a king, never settlin' for fluff.
(Chorus)
Life’s a gamble, roll the dice, ain't no second chances,
Countin’ bands while they pretend, playin’ fake romances,
Thugs with ambition, keep it real, no sacrifices,
Ballin' on these streets, livin' life like we’re invincible devices.
(Outro)
Yeah, life on the grind, it’s a hustle, it’s survival,
Every day’s a test, but I’m seekin’ my revival,
Trust no one but the fam, we’re all about that arrival,
Countin' blessings, countin' stacks, I’m the one, it's my tribal.