chasing cash

I’m stacking paper, counting every dime, Ten toes down, I’m built for the grind, Business on my mind, ain’t no room for slack, Cross me once, boy, ain’t no coming back. Glock 9 tucked, got that fire on blast, Enemies lurking, they moving too fast, I’m in the trenches, where the real ones dwell, Heart of a lion, I’m ringing the bell. Cash flow steady, like a river it streams, Living my life, chasing all of my dreams, Ain’t no pretending, I’m all about action, You step in my zone, face immediate traction. Raw with the hustle, never play for the loss, Counting my blessings, I’m the one they cross, Respect the grind, or you’ll meet your demise, In this game of life, only the strong will rise. eyes eyes