Late nights, streets bright, yeah, I’m on my grind,
Chillin' with my crew, all in one mind,
Poppin' out the shadows, hustle feels divine,
Moving through the city, rich dreams intertwined.
Look at all these stars, shining overhead,
Counting every blessing, stacking up my bread,
Grinding ain't for free but it’s worth the thread,
Living life fast, like I’m speeding on a spread.
Chill vibes, but my heart's on fire,
Every beat I drop takes me up higher,
Chasing what I want, won't ever retire,
On this path to riches, fueled by desire.
Got my eyes on the prize, can’t lose what I own,
Every move calculated, stepping on the throne,
In the game for keeps, never feel alone,
Hustle in my veins, this is where I’ve grown.
Late nights turning into early dawn,
Fighting for tomorrow, never losing my charm,
Rich dreams ain’t just a fairy tale song,
With the right moves, you can’t go wrong.
Chill, grind, move, stay true to the hustle,
Building up my legacy, flexing every muscle,
From the ground to the skies, man, we’ll never buckle,
Living for the moment, turning dreams into a shuffle.
So here’s to the nights that shaped our fate,
Rich in memories, never too late,
In this game of life, we create,
Chillin’ with the grind, watchin’ dreams break.
And when the sun sets, we’ll raise a toast,
To the grind that brought us, what we cherish the most.
Living free, living bold, never under the coast,
This is our story, written, we proudly boast.
Trap
Chill, Grind, Move, Hustle, Rich