Stackin' paper

Stackin' paper , but the grind ain't sweet, Hustle in the shadows, where the real ones meet, No money, no honey, that’s the code we keep, Street life taught me, gotta play for keeps. Late nights, streetlights, dodgin' all the fakes, Countin' all my blessings while I’m dodgin' heartbreaks, Used to dream big, now I’m the city on my back, never fold under pressure, Every dollar earned, yeah, I’m countin’ my treasure, From the block to the top, every step is a measure, Ain’t no love in the game, just a ruthless endeavor. Whispers in the dark, but I’m shinin’ so bright, No money, no honey, but I’m ready to fight, Keep my circle tight, only real in my sight, Savage with the hustle, turnin' wrongs into right Stackin' paper, but the grind ain't sweet, Dark nights, city lights, feel the hunger in the heat, Chasin' dreams, but it’s hard when you’re lost in the streets, Every dollar earned, got a story, every heartbeat. Cold winds blow, but I’m wrapped in the struggle, Eyes on the prize, can’t afford to fumble, Countin' every cent, but the pain’s like a puzzle, In the shadows, workin' hard, never hear the hustle. (Verse 2) Midnight oil burnin', while the world’s still sleepin', Chasin' ghosts of my past, in the dark I’m creepin', No handouts given, just the grind I’m reapin', Stackin' chips, but the climb feels steep and deepin'. Streets whisper secrets, got a price on the truth, Every step heavy, wearin' scars from my youth, But I rise like the sun, no retreat, just the proof, In this dark game of life, I’m the one with the groove. move