Flexin’ through the city, yeah, they already know,
Cashflow hittin’ heavy, watch it stack and grow,
Phantom in the shadows, lurking low like a ghost.
Got my brothers with me, we don’t play, we just slay,
Streets raised a soldier, no limit to the way,
Counting up the digits, every night, every day,
Runnin’ up the cash, never let it fade away.
Burner keep it close, in the land where we roam,
Glo shining bright, made these streets feel like home,
Flexin’ on the haters, yeah, they drowning in their foam,
Living for the moment, man, I never stand alone.
Cashflow like a river, pouring out from the grind,
Phantom rolling heavy, but the stars they align,
Street dreams manifesting, yeah, I’m one of a kind,
When you hustle hard enough, the world’s yours to find.
Glo in the night, like the fire in my veins,
Flexin’ on the past, now we breaking these chains,
Burner in the dash, while we riding through the rains,
Cashflow resurrected, washing away the pains.
Take a look around, feel the rhythm and the beat,
These streets whisper stories, every corner, every street,
Phantom in my rearview, can’t accept defeat,
Chasing down a vision, never tire, never retreat.
From the bottom to the top, see the hustle unfold,
Every burn and every flex, turn the darkness into gold,
Cashflow, let it rise, like a legend being told,
In this life, we the warriors, brave and bold.
So we burn and we flex under city lights aglow,
With cashflow in our pockets, watch our empire grow,
These streets are our canvas, painting dreams with a flow,
And when it’s all said and done, we’ll leave a lasting show.
In the night, we’ll remember, through the highs and the lows,
Together in the hustle, that’s the life that we chose.
With a burner in the seat and a Phantom on the road,
We'll keep riding forward, letting everybody know.
Trap
Burner, Flexin’, Cashflow, Streets, Glo, Phantom