Chillin’ in the shadows, where the secrets hide.
Cold drip on the ice, you can feel the freeze,
Fast cash coming in, yeah, we do it with ease.
Ghost moves in the dark, like a phantom’s glide,
Silent hustle on the block, got the vision wide.
Street talk on my lips, echoes in the alley,
Counting every dollar while they sippin' on the tally.
We grind till the morning, watch the city wake,
Midnight hours hustlin’, no time for a break.
Flex mode activated, watch me elevate,
Cruisin’ through the lanes, never hesitatе.
Cold drip on my wrist, shining like a star,
Stacking up these greenbacks, we ain't coming far.
Fast cash is the dream, but it’s work that pays,
Ghost moves through the hustle, lost in the maze.
Silent hustle whispers secrets in the night,
Street talk keeps it real, we ain't losing sight.
Feel the vibe in the air, pressure's building high,
Midnight grind rising up, aiming for the sky.
Now the dawn breaks, painting colors in the sky,
Flex mode ends, but I ain’t sayin’ goodbye.
Lessons learned through the grind, scars that won’t fade,
In this life of hustle, every choice is made.
So here's my final word, as I step off the stage,
Keep that hustle strong, turn the page, engage.
Trap
Flex mode, Cold drip, Fast cash, Ghost moves, Silent hustle, Street talk, Midnight grind
Trap
Flex mode, Cold drip, Fast cash, Ghost moves, Silent hustle, Street talk, Midnight grind