song for the beat of tha day

I’m flipping scripts, quick with the grip, never miss, Chasing dreams, schemes gleam, pockets deep abyss, Rolling in the fast lane, pedal to the metal, Life’s a game of chess, but I’m stuck on the level. Hustle hard, stack the green, living for the thrill, Got the cars, got the bars, but the cash, it’s a drill, Whipping through the city, lights flicker like a spark, Counting all the blessings while I’m racing through the dark. Sipping on ambition, got my vision on the prize, Every word’s a weapon, watch the doubters realize, Fast talk, swift walk, like I’m Busta in the zone, Dreams of gold and chrome, but I’m grinding all alone. Riding waves of rhythm, let the bass shake the ground, In this life of highs and lows, I’m just trying to be found, Words spill like a fountain, flowing deep like the night, Hypnotic in the flow, watch me take off in flight. or