[ Featuring Sofiane Kasmi (contributor) ]
[Verse]
Gutter dreams, schemin' like you never seen,
Cash moves, shadows ghost like Halloween.
Purple sippin', in the mist, lean green,
Dirty money, clean hands, the routine.
[Chorus]
Countin' bands, rubber bands by the grands,
Gold teeth, shinin' brighter than the sands.
Trap house, blueprint, makin' plans,
From the gutter, now we ownin' the land.
[Verse 2]
Late nights, rollin' dice, stackin' heights,
Hustle's cold, but the ice bring the light.
Street talk, whispers cut sharper than a knife,
Brick flips, turn the wrong into right.
[Chorus]
Countin' bands, rubber bands by the grands,
Gold teeth, shinin' brighter than the sands.
Trap house, blueprint, makin' plans,
From the gutter, now we ownin' the land.
[Verse 3]
Whip clean, mean, movin' like a jet stream,
Green paper dreams, flowin' in the bloodstream.
Enemies plot, but we crushin' 'em, regime,
Rise from the bottom, reign supreme.
[Outro]
Hunger pangs, now it's lobster and champagne,
Trap life, dodgin' feds in the fast lane.
Survival of the slickest, hustle's ingrained,
Riches from rags, now the hunger's sustained.
