Yo, I’m stacking paper, watch the mula talk, (2) In the shadows where the real ones walk, (3) Streets cold, but my heart

Yo, I’m stacking paper, watch the mula talk, (2) In the shadows where the real ones walk, (3) Streets cold, but my heart stay lit, (4) Counting every dollar, never folding, that’s it. (5) Hustle hard, I’m the king of the grind, (6) Late nights, plotting moves, I’m one of a kind, (7) From the block where the dreams get sold, (8) Trust few, but the loyalty's gold. (9) Conversations with the cash, it’s a different vibe, (10) Listen close, hear the whispers, that’s my tribe, (11) Money on my mind, never lose focus, (12) Life’s a game, and I’m the one who wrote this. (13) Fast cars, big dreams, living life raw, (14) Every step I take, yeah, I’m breaking the law, (15) From the bottom, now the top's in sight, (16) Mula talking loud, I’m ready for the fight.