Hustling a face with pace kicking in the wall Echo of what a kid drum making

everybody crawl Lines on a pad like graffiti in a star Truth in the rhyme never

skipped it for the car Fame tastes bitter when the bill feels cheap Gotta keep the

focus while the shallow water\'s creep Brothers turn the rivals just to climb a

little steep Promises they made couldn\'t hold couldn\'t keep I was cooking purses why

they flex for the ground Every single punch I hit it harder than a slam City full

of chatter but I\'m speaking to the plan Counting every penny till it turns into a

grand Steel in my tone when the label wants to sway Money in the vision but the

soul gotta stay Mixing nothing caters while the rhythm starts to play Still I keep

the cold never throw the trust away

Mixing up the caters why the rhythms starts to play

Hustling the basement bass, kicking in the wall Echle with a kid drum making

everybody crawl Lines on the pad like graffiti in the star Truth in the rhyme never

skip it for the car Fame tastes bitter when the bill feels cheap Gotta keep the

focus why the shallow waters creep Brothers turn the rivals just to climb a So

steep. Promises they made couldn\'t hold, couldn\'t keep. I was cooking verses why they

flex for the ground. Every single punch I hit it harder than a slam. City full of

chatter, but I\'m speaking to the plan. Counting every penny till it turns into a

grand. Steel in my tone when the label wants to sway. Money in the vision, but the

soul gotta stay. Bixing nothing caters while the rhythm starts to play. Still I keep

the cold, never throw the trust away. I don\'t know.