Trill

In the shadows where the hustlers dwell, I excel, Spitting fire like a furnace, breaking every shell, Devil roll the dice, but I’m making my own fate, Igbo pride in my veins, can’t nobody replicate. Puffing on ambition, inhaling motivation, Igbo smoke rising high, it’s a celebration, From the ground to the throne, we elevate the grind, In the city of the wise, where the stars align. Counting blessings, never stressing, keep the vision clear,