Creepin’ through the night like a phantom in the dark,
Bag full of racks, hit the city, leave a mark.
Got that finesse, it’s a vibe when I’m steppin’,
Whispers in the alley, hear the secrets they’re reppin’.
Move like a ghost, no one see me navigate,
Chasin’ dreams like I’m sprintin’ to the golden gate.
Enemies lurk, but I’m sharp like a dagger,
Stackin’ up the paper, watch the money stagger.
Currency flow, it’s an endless river bank,
Life in the trap while them phantoms start to crank.
Every corner turned, feel the hustle in my veins,
Gotta grind hard, ain't no way to feel the pains.
Eyes on the prize, no time to slack or stall,
In this game of life, either stand, or you fall.
Racks in the safe, I made my own design,
Finesse in my step, got the stars all aligned.
Whippin’ through the hood with the bass turned high,
Let ‘em know the name, it’s a promise, not a lie.
Outrun the shadows, but the shadows run deep,
Fallin’ in the night, where the restless don’t sleep.
Grime and trap collide, like a storm in the rain,
Feelin’ every heartbeat resonatin’ through the pain.
Lost in the grind, but I find my own way,
With every ounce of hustle, carve a brighter day.
Keep the vision strong, through the darkness, I’ll rise,
Phantoms all around, but I see through their disguise.
Racks building up, like a tower to the sky,
Finesse in the journey, watch the dreams multiply.
Steppin’ out victorious, there's a fire in my soul,
Each moment that I’m livin’, feel the power, take control.
When the morning breaks, and the shadows fade away,
Know that I’ll keep steppin’, hustlin’ every day.
In this world of grime, where the legends are made,
I’ll claim it as my throne, never let it fade.
Riding through the storm with a vision so true,
Final breath I take, know this life’s just for you
Trap
Grime, Trap, Phantom, Racks, Finesse, Steppin’