thank the trap

Verse – "Hustle God"] I wake up, thank the trap, then I lace my Js, Countin' dirty bands, I been up for days. Phone ringin' like a hotline, no delay, Every call mean a bag, I don’t play, I slay. Whip game vicious, stove do magic, Turn one to a four, that flip is classic. Money on my mind like a fitted cap snug, Stackin' every dollar ‘til the safe need a hug. I’m the reason why the Verse – "Hustle God"] I wake up, thank the trap, then I lace my Js, Countin' dirty bands, I been up for days. Phone ringin' like a hotline, no delay, Every call mean a bag, I don’t play, I slay. Whip game vicious, stove do magic, Turn one to a four, that flip is classic. Money on my mind like a fitted cap snug, Stackin' every dollar ‘til the safe need a hug. I’m the reason why the city got motion, OG moves, every play in slow motion. Hundred on the dash the foreign be coasting Haters throw shade, but the paper still pourin’. ,Never had a handout, I got it off muscle, Turned pain into power, built up my hustle. Now it’s Rollies and Rugers, ice and ambition, I’m the blueprint, definition of a mission [Hook – "All Hustle, No Luck"] k2kll2lqllwwllwlllll All hustle, no luck, I was made for the grind, Money on my mind, I ain't wastin' no time. From the bottom to the top, had to claw, had to climb, Now the bag come fast, and the whip don't mind. Talk slick, but they broke — I don’t hear that noise, I was broke in the field, now I ball like Floyd. Big racks in the safe, made a boss out the mud, It’s get rich or die tryin’, I’m addicted to the flood. [Verse 2 – "Pressure Talk"] Got a plug outta Cali, another outta Texas, I'm taxin’ everything, even hope get a message. I done seen broke days, now it’s rose gold necks, Now it’s penthouse views when I count my checks. Talk hustle? I live it — from the pain to the profit, Turned scraps to a plate, now my seat in the cockpit. I don’t dream, I execute, every move on purpose, Hunnid round drums just to show I ain’t nervous. Money make the world spin, and I’m the rotation, Made a meal off patience, grind turned to greatness. Yeah, I bleed ambition, and my heart pump gold, I was born for the struggle, now I flex tenfold. Want this turned into a full track layout with outro and maybe a bridge? Or want me to put it in a studio-ready format? 4o Do you like this personality? window.__oai_logHTML?window.__oai_logHTML():window.__oai_SSR_HTML=window.__oai_SSR_HTML||Date.now();requestAnimationFrame((function(){window.__oai_logTTI?window.__oai_logTTI():window.__oai_SSR_TTI=window.__oai_SSR_TTI||Date.now()})) Search Reason ChatGPT can make mistak matte black foreign, Haters throw shade, but the paper still pourin’. Never had a handout, I got it off muscle, Turned pain into power, every loss built my hustle. Now it’s Rollies and Rugers, ice and ambition, I’m the blueprint, definition of a mission. [Hook – "All Hustle, No Luck"] All hustle, no luck, I was made for the grind, Money on my mind, I ain't wastin' no time. From the bottom to the top, had to claw, had to climb, Now the bag come fast, and the whip don't mind. Talk slick, but they broke — I don’t hear that noise, I was broke in the field, now I ball like Floyd. Big racks in the safe, made a boss out the mud, It’s get rich or die tryin’, I’m addicted to the flood. Verse 2: I was broke, now the stove do a money dance Vacuum seal tight, got it stuffed in the ceiling fan Phone doing flips, I don’t need no advance Plug hit my line like “you ready?” — I’m in France Came from the mud, now it’s marble in the kitchen Rats in the wall, now it’s racks I’m envisionin’ Whippin' up hope, got the fiends reminiscing Used to move O’s, now my name in they mentions Scale on the counter like a trophy from the trap Used to duck the narcs, now I’m frontin’ with a plaque Pots still steamin', this ain't nothin' off an app Taught the block math — now they addin’ off the pack Duffle full of pain, I just stuff it with ambition Tryna make a mil' off a microwave and vision Cartiers tint so they can't see the mission But I'm still in the field like I never had a pension