no edits just me being me fuck a hater

(Verse 1) Stackin' paper, I’m on a mission, Vision clear, no time for intermission, Countin' digits, got my mind on the grind, These fake friends, man, they just wastin' my time. Heart cold, but the hustle feel warm, Weather storms, while they all conform, Chasin' dreams, ain't no room for the weak, Money talks, I’m fluent, hear it speak. (Verse 2) Bitches come and go, but the cash stay true, Loyalty in green, that’s my only crew, Life's a game, and I’m playin' to win, Cut the drama, let the real ones in. Flippin' scripts, I’m the author of fate, While they sit and hate, I just elevate, Raw ambition, like a lion in the street, In this jungle, only hustle can’t be beat.