Hustlers Life - The Throne Lyrics

Step into my office, felt green as money
Top pros shakin', 'cause my game ain't funny

They call me the reaper, I'm comin' for souls
Shaw, SVB, Gorst - bout to take your roles
You think you're hot shit? I'm a f*ckin' inferno
Burnin' through ranks, leave 'em all inferno-o-o
Jayson Shaw's shakin', can't handle my break
SVB's cryin', every shot's a heartache
Gorst won the Open? That's cute, now step aside
I'm the one they fear, the name that makes 'em hide
Filler's fillin' his pants, can't match my skill
In this pool hall saga, I'm writing the bill
You see me walk in, grips tighten on cues
Pros start sweatin', knowing they're bout to lose
This ain't no game, it's a goddamn massacre
I'm the felt assassin, the bankroll blaster
Cue's my weapon, chalk's my war paint
Leavin' pros broke, reputation taint
Bank shots so sick, they defy the laws of physics
Jump shots so high, make MJ look basic
Run outs so clean, table's beggin' for more
While these "champions" can't even up the score
I'm the nightmare they face when lights go down
In this pool hall kingdom, I wear the crown

Rack city hustle, stack and muscle
Break the pack, leave 'em in a tussle
From mark to mark, we climb the ladder
In this pool hall, only money matters

Forget sandbaggin', I'm here to destroy
These so-called champs? To me, they're just toys
Run racks for breakfast, bank shots in my sleep
While these pros struggle, I'm in too f*ckin' deep
Shaw thinks he's slick with his powerful break?
Watch me clear the table, no balls to take
SVB's jump shots? Child's play to me
I leap over tables, set all the balls free
Gorst took the Open, thought he was the boss
Till he met me at the table, now he's counting his loss
You call this a challenge? I call it Tuesday
Crush dreams for lunch, make pros look pussy
In this felt jungle, I'm the apex predator
Send 'em all home, call me the pool terminator
Pockets fear me, rails beg for mercy
My position play's so tight, it's almost pervy
Safes so nasty, they should be illegal
Leave opponents trapped, prayin' for a miracle
I read the table like a book, two rails ahead
While these "legends" are still scratchin' their head
Every shot I take is a work of art
Leavin' spectators stunned, crowds fall apart

Rack city hustle, stack and muscle
Break the pack, leave 'em in a tussle
From mark to mark, we climb the ladder
In this pool hall, only money matters

They whisper 'bout legends, but I'm livin' proof
That gods can bleed when I'm on the loose
Efren who? Reyes is old f*ckin' news
I'm the present and future, payin' all these dues
Cue's my scepter, table's my throne
In this kingdom of felt, I rule alone
Call me shark? Nah, I'm the whole damn ocean
Drowning all these fish with fluid motion
This ain't just a game, it's psychological war
I break their minds before I even up the score
When the chalk settles, and their cash is mine
They'll know they've witnessed somethin' divine
My touch so gentle, balls beg to drop
Precision so fierce, atoms might stop
I don't just play the game, I f*ckin' own it
Rewrite the physics, like Newton's laws? I've blown it
These pros come at me with their best shot
But I'm ten steps ahead, ties 'em up in a knot
In the pantheon of pool, I'm the god they pray to
But their offerings weak, ain't got nothin' to say to
Gorst, Shaw, SVB, they all fall in line
In this chalk dust empire, the glory's all mine

So bring your A-game, your prayers, your luck
'Cause when I'm at the table, you're all f*cked
In this chalk-dusted arena, there's only one king
The shots I make will leave your ears to ring