Grindin' Hustle

[Verse] Paper stack skyscrapers, haters in the rearview Got the squad in Hellcat, burning up avenues, Fakes rear their ugly heads, watch ‘em slither like snakes, Me and Tyler grindin' hard, ain’t no room for the flakes, [Verse 2] Dollar signs my horoscope, living dream no telescope, Fog up the plexiglass, mama crying from my dope, Bodies hit the pavement, shots fired, heart racing, Life a game of Russian roulette, every breath, death-facing, [Chorus] Counting racks, richer by the day, fakes decayed, Hellcat riding fast, money trails we pave, Grindin' through the night, storming every barricade, In the end, it’s all a hustle, make these last days brave, [Verse 3] Empty bottles, broken dreams, cash in duffle bags, Bullet trails carve my story, dodging white-flagged drags, Survival on mind's edge, mama weep over casket, Street life a death trap, every day it’s drastic, [Bridge] Grinding with these scars, Tyler, flipping packs, Life a cold arcade, no coins, no hacks, Fear the sole ghost, success my sweet escape, Till my last breath, gotta let the riches bake, [Chorus] Counting racks, richer by the day, fakes decayed, Hellcat riding fast, money trails we pave, Grindin' through the night, storming every barricade, In the end, it’s all a hustle, make these last days brave.