Pullin’ up in the whip, got a trunk full o’ dreams,
Underneath the streetlights, with my crew and our schemes,
Fast lane livin’, yeah, the world is our stage,
Stacks on the rise like the sun, we uncaged.
Flexin’ on these haters with my head held high,
Countin’ up the digits while we reach for the sky,
Got that hustle in my blood, it's a part of my soul,
Chasin’ all this paper, it’s my ultimate goal.
Late nights, bright lights, we ride through the town,
Whips revvin’ hard, we won’t ever back down,
From the gutter to the game, yeah, we made our own path,
Real ones only, never caught in the wrath.
Fast cash flows, in this life, we invest,
Flexin’ hard, but we know we’re just on a quest,
Stacks stacking high, yeah, they climb to the peak,
Talk about the hustle, it’s the life that we speak.
Moments in the mirror, see the dreams we designed,
Never trust a soul that ain't passionate, blind,
With the whips and the hustle, we’re breakin’ the mold,
Fast life livin’, with a spirit that’s bold.
From the corner to the throne, we redefine fate,
Flexin’ on the grind, gotta keep it first rate,
With stacks in our pockets, we ain’t never alone,
Buildin’ our empire, this game is our own.
So when the night falls, and the streets come alive,
We’ll be out here grindin’, with the heart to survive,
No limits, just visions, as we chase what we found,
Whips and hustlers never slow down.
Trap
Whips, Hustler, Fast, Flexin’, Stacks