Triple black

(Hook)

Triple black steppin’, Air Max on the pavement,

5950 low, whole fit feelin’ weightless.

Black tee clean but the hustle still shameless,

Grind don’t sleep — and my shine stay dangerous.

(Verse 1)

I’m in the Wayne Triple Blacks, shadows on my feet,

Ghost-walk swagger when I’m slidin’ through the street.

Air Max 90 silhouette cut deep,

Every step sound like a bag I gotta meet.

Black-on-black cap, brim curved like a blade,

Pull it down low when I’m huntin’ for the day.

Pocket full of plans, whole mind in the maze,

Tryna turn stress into Presidential face.

(Hook)

Triple black steppin’, Air Max on the pavement,

5950 low, whole fit feelin’ weightless.

Black tee clean but the hustle still shameless,

Grind don’t sleep — and my shine stay dangerous.

(Verse 2)

Wake up with the hunger like a wolf on the roam,

I don’t chase luck — I build mine from the stones.

Hands still dirty from the deals I own,

But the fit stay black like I’m made outta smoke.

Keep it low-key, but the numbers go loud,

Every move sharp when you rise from the ground.

Hustle ain’t a job — it’s a code, it’s a vow,

I don’t talk work, I just show what I’m ’bout.

(Bridge)

All black everything, night shift throne,

Grinding through the dark ’til the bag feel grown.

Nobody gave nothin’, had to carve my own zone —

Now I walk like the streets put my name in the stone.

(Hook)

Triple black steppin’, Air Max on the pavement,

5950 low, whole fit feelin’ weightless.

Black tee clean but the hustle still shameless,

Grind don’t sleep — and my shine stay dangerous.