[Verse 1]
Pen to the pad, ink bleed like a fountain,
Words stack higher than a money-countin’ mountain.
Gold on my wrist, time tickin' like a bomb,
Streets raise the king, now I’m calm in the storm.
[Chorus]
Hustle on repeat, grind never sleep,
Dreams so steep, climbin’ till I peak.
Chains on my neck, heavy with the weight,
But I keep movin’, can’t negotiate fate.
[Verse 2]
Blocks talk loud, whispers in the cracks,
Pavement tellin’ stories 'bout survival and stacks.
Shoebox stash, no banks for the loot,
Out the mud clean, now the suit is astute.
[Bridge]
Mama said, “Son, keep your head to the sky,”
Daddy said, “Run, don’t you dare ask why.”
Voices in my head, drumline on a loop,
Beats of the struggle, truth under the coupe.
[Verse 3]
From the back alleys where the shadows creep,
To the bright stages where the basslines leap.
Every bar’s a chapter, book of my pain,
Verses paint pictures, memories engrain.
[Chorus]
Hustle on repeat, grind never sleep,
Dreams so steep, climbin’ till I peak.
Chains on my neck, heavy with the weight,
But I keep movin’, can’t negotiate fate.