Текст песни
Hustle in my veins, masterpiece in the making
Block’s a gallery, where the fakes get forsaken
Choppers sing lullabies, concrete’s where I’m pacing
Dreams hit harder when your mind’s on escaping
Wrist cold, glacier, dripping frozen in time
Clock tick relentless, no rewind, only climb
Neighbors whisper gossip, treat me criminalized
But the hustle paints murals, 'til I’m finalized
Trap symphonies play where the shadows align
Streetlights bless sins, under moon’s divine
From the mud I ascend, dirt on a gold shine
Bars laced with struggle, the story’s all mine
Count stacks, rubber bands barely holding the stress
Built an empire while my mind’s under duress
They try to map my game, claim I live too blessed
But the weight of ambition’s like a loaded vest
Echoes of sirens hum melodies of the system
Building skyscraper dreams, they hoping I miss them
Every shot counted, no blanks in my rhythm
Dodging hate, weaving plans like intricate prisms
Diamonds on my wrist talk louder than truth
Each cut tells a tale of survival in my youth
Gunpowder fragrance lingers, proof in the booth
Trap’s the cathedral where I preach in the booth
