Countin’ up the paper, yeah, I’m stackin’ dreams,
Ridin’ through the city, got the whip with gleam,
Late nights, hustle hard, you know what I mean,
Every move I make is like a movie scene.
Poppin’ bottles, yeah, the squad on deck,
Grit in my soul, ain't no place for regret,
Flex on the haters, look how far we’ve came,
Trying to stop the grind? Now that’s a losing game.
Waves in my pocket, pushin’ past the doubt,
Catch me in the fast lane, know what I’m about,
Every second ticking, there’s no time to waste,
In this life I’m living, I’m the one who sets the pace.
Hooked on ambition, like I’m whippin’ dough,
Vision clear as crystal, now my aura glows,
Movin’ like the shadows dance under the lights,
Chasing all my visions, yeah, I’m reaching new heights.
Life’s a wild ride, and I’m steering the whip,
With my eyes on the prize, never losing my grip,
Poppin’ off the charts, we’re the new elite,
Grit in my spirit, feel the fire and heat.
Gonna find the balance, gotta stay in that zone,
Flex with the real ones, never rollin’ alone,
Above all the noise, hear the clarity ring,
In this world of chaos, I’m the one they call king.
Countin’ my victories, stackin’ mile by mile,
Stayin’ true to my roots, you can see it in my style,
From the streets to the stage, with a heart full of hope,
In the rhythm of my life, I’ve found my own scope.
Stackin’ dreams in the night, let the story unfold,
With the grit that I carry, I’ll never be sold,
Motion like a river, flowing strong and free,
In the end, it’s my journey that defines me.
Trap
Stackin’, Whip, Poppin’, Grit, Flex, Motion