don’t know the hustle behind

Verse 1) Late nights, I’m grindin’ while they sleep, In my zone, stackin’ dreams, secrets I keep. They see me workin’ hard, think it’s just a phase, But I’m countin’ up the digits in a whole different way. In the studio, spittin’ fire on the low, While my folks think I’m chillin’, just puttin’ on a show. Never told ‘em ‘bout the checks, the shows, the fame, Just keep it on the hush, playin’ life like a game. (Verse 2) They see the smile, don’t know the hustle behind, Late nights, early mornings, yeah, I’m one of a kind. Got a couple homies in the know, but they tight-lipped, While I’m stackin’ all this paper, they think I’m just equipped. When I pull up in the whip, they think it’s borrowed, But I’m livin’ out my dreams, no need for tomorrow. So I keep it all discreet, let ‘em wonder and guess, But deep down, I’m blessed, livin’ life with finesse.