Stackin' up the paper, got the streets on lock, Money in my vision, ain't no time for talk, Bitches schemin' hard, yeah,

Stackin' up the paper, got the streets on lock, Money in my vision, ain't no time for talk, Bitches schemin' hard, yeah, they plot and they scheme, Eyes on the prize, livin' out the dream. Grew up in the gutter, where the shadows creep, Trust is just a myth, watch your back, don’t sleep, Extortion on the rise, they be knockin' at my door, Got the fam to protect, I ain't givin' up more. Killers in the night, yeah, they lurk in the dark, Heart of a lion, got that fire, got that spark, Money's got a grip, and it’s tighter than a vice, In this game of life, roll the dice, pay the price. Hustle never stops, gotta grind, never quit, In this grimy world, you either kill or get hit, Bitches wanna play, but they can't match my heat, Living on the edge, feel the pulse of the street. Use in Studio