Streets to the throne

[Verse] Got racks on racks, it's a money move, Streets buzzing loud, got nothin' to lose. In the trap late, stacking paper like a fool, Countin' every dime, yeah, I'm makin' my rules. [Verse 2] Stacks climb higher, Everest in my palms, Wrist bling icy, frostbite on my arms. Bills in the air, rainstorms on the block, Neck drippin' gold, time tickin' on the clock. [Chorus] Money talks, silence, ain't no need for words, Cash in my pocket, flyin' high with the birds. Ridin' with the crew, ain't no playin' games, Fortunes always changin', still we stay the same. [Verse 3] Hustle hard daily, never take a break, Flippin' those digits, never pumpin' the brakes. Eyes on the prize, laser focus on green, Dreams of the crib with a mansion on the scene. [Verse 4] Enemies lurkin', but we keepin' 'em at bay, Too busy gettin' rich, ain't got time for the play. Stacks in suitcases, safe locked tight, Grind all day, party all night. [Chorus] Money talks, silence, ain't no need for words, Cash in my pocket, flyin' high with the birds. Ridin' with the crew, ain't no playin' games, Fortunes always changin', still we stay the same.

[Intro] Yo, Hustler Born, we in the game, Taking over, never tame, We keep it rolling, keep it real. Let’s get it. [Verse 1] Flashbang the scene, I’m the king of the lobby, This ain’t no game, no Call of Duty hobby. Got the pipe for the fiends, no shisha in sight, Deals going down in the dead of the night. Snow on the block, whip it raw in the pot, Kitchen heat rising, gotta cool what I got. Blacked out RS6, moving under the shadow, Smoke cloud trails as we ride with the ammo. [Verse 2] Aspirin for the headache, coke for the pain, Cooking like Ramsay, flipping rocks in the game. From Marseille to Malta, the network is tight, From USA to Greece, making moves overnight. Betting big on the block, no SoundCloud route, This hustle stays silent, not chasin’ the clout. On Telegram chats, where the plans get laid, Guess what kid, I’m getting laid every night, you underpaid. [Verse 3] Dealer plates moving fast, no time to be late, Breaking down deals while I scrape every plate. Kitchen work dirty, but the money stay clean, Snow turns to gold in this hustler routine. Silent nights in the lab, crazy lines and rhymes, Cooking in the pot, gotta watch for the time. Mehmet on the line, says the packs on the way, Pussy boys talk, but they’re broke every day. [Verse 4] Berlin to Sofia, Marseille to Brazil, Cars push the product, keep the wheels on the mill. Rolling the weed while the cash flows steady, Clip by my side, 'cause the block’s always ready. From Telegram drops to the streets on repeat, From USA to Greece, where the connects all meet. Cooking in the kitchen, yeah, the wrist is a thrill, Not chasin’ the clout, I just stack and fulfill. [Verse 5] Pussy on my line, but I’m focused on bricks, Cash moves quicker when the wrist does tricks. Dick on her mind, but I’m thinking of wealth, Hustle-born life, never needed the help. Mehmet’s got the shipment, said it’s snow on the way, Crazy lines in the pot, make the fiends wanna stay. Silent nights in the trap, shadow moves in the dark, Smoke clouds in the air as we leave our mark. [Verse 6] Left to the hospital, right to the graveyard, Life’s a gamble, play it right or it’s too hard. Moves so clean, gotta watch for the plot, Stay sharp, the game will leave you with a scar. [Verse 7] V8’s growling, engines roaring loud, Koenigsegg flexing, leaving haters in the crowd. Fast lane living, never slowing down, We kings of the game, wearing the crown. [Outro] From the kitchen to the streets, we make it all rise, Living life fast, no need for disguise. It’s Hustler Born, the realest in the scene, Stacking all this paper, living the dream.

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(Verse 1) Yo, I ain't got time for ya drama, I'm on a grind, See these haters tryna slow my roll, but I'm all outta time. They talkin' 'bout me, tryna bring me down, but I'm too fly, Their words don't phase me, I'm untouchable, like the sky. I'm spitting facts, no cap, straight outta the mud, From the bottom to the top, I can't explain this luck I got. I see 'em starin', wishin' they was me, but they just talk, 'Cause they ain't got the heart or the hustle to walk in my shoes, see. (Chorus) Fuck ya feelin', fuck ya think, I don't give a damn, I'm chasin' paper, makin' moves, reciprocatin' hate with advances, so keep ya distance, grandpa. I'm a youngin', still spinnin' wheels, climbin' up the ladder, They call me crazy, say I'm losin' it, but I'm just tablin' my debts, ya hear me? (Verse 2) Now I'm blowin' clouds, pourin' drank, laid back, no stress, They say I moved too fast, but I'm just buildin' assets, you less. I see ya lookin', tryna figure out what I'm on, Truth is, I'm just driven, on a mission, longer than you've known, grand. You talkin' 'bout me, callin' me names, but you can't hold a flame, Your words bounce off me like they made of சதுர செதிள் (tamil word for rubber), 'Cause I'm chasin' greatness, and you just chasin' fades, Beggin' for attention, tryna make a name, but you're just misbehaving, haha. (Chorus) Fuck ya feelin', fuck ya thought, I don't give a flying fuck, I'm chasin' dreams, climbin' mountains, breakin' every chain, so keep ya distance, drunk. I'm a throaway, livin' life like it's my last day, They call me reckless, say I'm losin' it, but I'm just gatherin' my clout, ain't no tastin', see? (Outro) So keep talkin', keep hatin', I ain't got no time, I'm stackin' paper, chasin' dreams, makin' my climb.

“Wrong Way (Lost Paths)” (Intro) Yo, this is a story ’bout three from the block, Tight like a knot, but they slipped off the clock. Dreams turned cold, hearts went astray, They took the wrong turn, now they’re fading away. (Verse 1) Three kids, same hood, same grind, same goals, Life in the struggle, tryna play their roles. Started with a spark, dreams big as the sky, But the streets called louder, couldn’t say goodbye. First homie got a taste for the money and the power, Started movin’ weight, stackin’ cash by the hour. Second one had a temper, couldn’t let it slide, Pulled the piece out quick—now there’s blood in his stride. Third thought he’d win with the women and the fame, But the bitches and the bottles only brought him shame. Now they’re locked in the cycle, can’t find no escape, It’s a one-way ticket to a broken fate. (Chorus) They went the wrong way, no light in the dark, Chasin’ fake dreams, now they’re falling apart. The streets don’t love you, they’ll swallow you whole, Three friends, three paths, but they lost their soul. (Verse 2) First dude’s pockets deep, but his heart’s hollow, Flashy on the ‘Gram, but the feds gon’ follow. Second dude cold, no remorse in his chest, But the ghosts of the past don’t let him rest. Third homie’s drowning in the women and the lies, But the high don’t last, now he’s dead inside. They used to share laughs, now it’s all paranoia, Once brothers in arms, now the streets destroy ya. They thought they were kings, but they’re slaves to the game, Traded their dreams for the streets’ false fame. Tied to the grind, but the grind don’t care, When the smoke clears, ain’t nobody there. (Chorus) They went the wrong way, no light in the dark, Chasin’ fake dreams, now they’re falling apart. The streets don’t love you, they’ll swallow you whole, Three friends, three paths, but they lost their soul. (Bridge) Look in the mirror—tell me, what do you see? The life you chose, or the man you could be? The streets got rules, but the game don’t play fair, One slip, and you’re gone—does anyone care? Is it too late to turn back, rewrite the script? Or are they too far gone, can’t handle the shift? From the block to the bottom, the story unfolds, Three hearts turned cold, and the devil took hold. (Outro) Yo, this ain’t just a song—it’s a lesson to learn, The fire’s enticing, but you’re bound to get burned. To anyone listening, don’t let your dreams stray, ‘Cause the streets won’t love you—they’ll lead you the wrong way.

(Intro) Yeah, it’s Hustler Born, Worldwide moves, total-black vibes. From the streets to the court, we’re untouchable. Shoutout to Ivan. (Hook) Rolling the blunts, I’m stacking the bands, Nokia rings, got the game in my hands. Blacked-out Jeep, got the streets in my grip, Worldwide connections, we never slip. From the strip club lights to the football field, Rifle under the seat, my grind stays real. Athens streets to the global stage, Chasing the money, I’m turning the page. (Verse 1) From playing GTA to living like GTA, Drugs, bricks of cocaine, strip clubs all day. Range Rover black-tinted, sliding the scene, Hoes by my side, yeah, we’re living the dream. Rolex shines, Dior dripped on the fit, Low taper fade, yeah, I’m styling legit. V8 growls as I tear through the night, Hotel Bay views, everything’s alright. RS6 zooming on the Autobahn fast, Living on the edge, hoping I don’t crash. Supercars lined up, Dubai in the glow, Smoke fills the air, and we’re keeping it low. Bitches all on me, know I’m getting that pussy, They flock like birds when they see me looking cushy. (Hook) Rolling the blunts, I’m stacking the bands, Nokia rings, got the game in my hands. Blacked-out Jeep, got the streets in my grip, Worldwide connections, we never slip. From the strip club lights to the football field, Rifle under the seat, my grind stays real. Athens streets to the global stage, Chasing the money, I’m turning the page. (Diss Verse) Bricks moving fast, yeah, the money flows in, You stuck on the gram, I’m out here to win. Your girl slid my DMs, now she’s by my side, Range Rover glide, I’m always in stride. Views keep climbing, Rolex keeps time, Dior on my fit, this grind is prime. C63 roar, I’m leaving them behind, M4 speed, watch me take flight. E39 cruising through the night. RS6 roars, the haters get mad, Living my dream while they stuck looking sad. You flex for Tiktok, while I make real plans, Acting like a king, but they’re all my fans. Hustler Born worldwide, stacking that clout, Fake ones talk loud, but they’re easy to count. (Bridge) Court dates looming, but I never crack, Judge can’t break me, I’m still on track. Lowkey kings, yeah, we run the game, Worldwide flex, they all know the name. Total-black moves, blending with the night, Homies beside me, we’re ready to fight. (Verse 2) England streets where the hustle don’t stop, Drugs moving heavy, making that drop. BMW glide, Mclaren on standby, Rifle under the seat, enemies can’t try. Autobahn dreams, pushing limits that last, Fast life living, never dwelling on the past. Casinos and streets, yeah, we own it all, From courtrooms to rooftops, we stand tall. Blacked-out Jeep rolling through the hood, Worldwide grind, yeah, the paper’s good. (Outro) Nokia buzzing, cash stacks on the spread, Casinos and streets, stacking dough, never dead. Lowkey moves, but we make it clear, Rolling and stacking, chasing the bread, no fear.

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Intro Hustler Born... You talk too much, but we see none of the action. Let’s set the record straight. Verse 1 You out here claimin' king, but you built like a pawn, Flexin' fake diamonds, your whole game’s a con, Talkin' like a killer, but you sweeter than a treat, I’m the wolf in the field; you the lamb for the feast. All that bark, no bite, boy, you weak in the streets, I’m ten toes down while you stumble on your feet, You broke as hell, you snitch, you cappin’, Fake flex on the ‘Gram while your whole team laughin’. Tryna ride my wave, but you drown in the tide, You ain’t built for the hustle, go run and hide, My team solid—yours fold like a deck, Omerta code, no snitchin’, we protect. Verse 2 We don’t care about no hoes, that’s how it goes, You pillow-talkin’ to chicks; that’s why they expose, You mad at the grind ‘cause I’m stackin' my racks, While you still chasin' crumbs, I’m chillin’ relaxed. I’m in the Hellcat, fast laps, burnin' the track, You in a rental car, flexin' like it’s a fact, How you feel when the young ones livin’ your dream? Eighteen with the bags while you beg for a scheme. Glocks under the seat, leavin' scenes unseen, While you postin’ fake threats on your little live stream, Worldwide moves, from Texas to Tirana, Arizona plug, got the green marijuana. Verse 3 Cooking with Escobar, I’m Breaking Bad in the mix, She said, "Baby, stop," but I’m breakin’ her back quick, Sippin’ Hennessy in the Hennessey, proud of my bros, While you beggin’ for collabs, steady beggin’ for shows. If you want a feat, better come with the fee, This level ain’t free—put respect on the G, You broke as hell, you snitch, you cappin’, Every time I drop heat, your career starts crashin’. Fentanyl, fast cash, stacking all the profits, Weighin’ out the packs while you gossip in the office, Drugs, cars, chicks by my side every night, I’m high, not lyin’, stay prepared for the fight. Outro You a lightweight, always draggin' behind, I’m the alpha in the game, you a shadow, confined, Hustler Born—real moves, no gimmicks, By the time you catch up, I’m already finished.

Intro Yeah, yeah, Hustler Born, In my zone... Feelin' the vibe, feelin' the moment, Let’s get it. Verse 1 Late nights in the trap, countin' up the profit, Pockets gettin' heavy, but I’m still movin' cautious, Told 'em I’d make it, never thought it’d be like this, Money flowin' in but I’m still searchin' for peace. Every dollar in my hand feels like magic, Used to dream of this life, now I live it, it’s tragic, Grew up in the struggle, now I’m hustlin' with passion, But deep inside, I wonder, is this really the action? I don’t trust too many, yeah, they switchin' sides, Chasin' the fame, but I’m just tryna survive, Had to make sacrifices, never thought it’d be right, But I keep my circle tight, movin' through the night. Chorus In my zone, I’m just tryna find my peace, Money in my pocket but the struggle never cease, Feelin' like magic when I touch the game, But I’m askin’ myself, is it worth all the pain? In my zone, I’m just tryna find my peace, Money in my pocket but the struggle never cease, Feelin' like magic when I touch the game, But I’m askin’ myself, is it worth all the pain? Verse 2 I remember the nights I had nothin' to eat, Now I’m sittin' at the table, but it don’t feel complete, Got the chains, the cars, but they don’t bring relief, It's the pain in my chest that I can’t seem to release. I used to think success would make me whole, But now I’m chasin' the money, tryna fill that hole, They see the glow, but they don’t know what I’ve been through, I was grindin’ alone, but now I’m keepin' my crew. Fame is a drug, but it’s poison to the soul, I’m just tryna stay real, tryna stay in control, Every day’s a blessing, but I still feel the cost, Livin' this life, but sometimes I feel lost. Chorus In my zone, I’m just tryna find my peace, Money in my pocket but the struggle never cease, Feelin' like magic when I touch the game, But I’m askin’ myself, is it worth all the pain? In my zone, I’m just tryna find my peace, Money in my pocket but the struggle never cease, Feelin' like magic when I touch the game, But I’m askin’ myself, is it worth all the pain? Outro Feelin’ the magic, but I need more than fame, Lookin' for peace, but the game never change, In my zone, just tryna find my peace, But I’m askin’ myself, is it worth all the pain?

Intro Hustler Born... From the block to the world, we movin' Shout out to Ivan, chasin' the bag Verse 1 Codeine in my cup, smoke the weed for the vibe, Money flowin' like a casino, we survive, we provide, From Bulgarians to Albanians, we hustle the game, Crystal dreams, Bugatti speeds, fortune and fame. We ain't clout chasers, full cash, we on the rise, Rollin' the weed, keepin' chicks by our side, Y’all hoes stay away, we movin' in the night, With my bros, worldwide, we keep it tight. Chorus From Tirana to the Chi, we make the streets ignite, Money in my sights, Bugatti speedin' through the night. Verse 2 Shout out to Emz, XRC, always there when I call, Cold block nights, we hustle, plantin' it all, Weighin' kilos, cocaine, codeine, Fanta, Tweakin', glock under the seat, movin' like Atlanta. Hellcat, fast lap, leavin' the haters behind, Arizona to Texas, worldwide grindin' for the shine, Proud of my homies, sippin' Hennessy, livin' the dream, Glockie, phones, boss moves, makin' it all lean. Verse 3 Drugs, cars, chicks by my side every night, Fentanyl on the block, we stay outta sight, Life in the fast lane, I’m playin’ it right, If you want a feat, gotta pay the price. How do you feel when the 18-year-olds livin' your dream life? Glocks, drugs, money, cuttin' through the strife, If you want a feat, you gotta pay a fee, Hustler Born, respect the G. Outro Shout out to my mama, she the only real I know, The only woman that never turned into a hoe.

(Intro) It’s yo boy Hustler Born, I was raised in the storm, Came up from the mud, now I’m breaking every norm. Straight out the block, we made it, No love, just hustle, yeah. (Chorus) Baby mama praying 'cause the streets getting hot, Hustler born, cooking like LeBron on the block, Marijuana plants, growing non-stop, Drive-by, red eyes, hellcat roaring down the block. Glock in the stash, we keep it steady, Hood dreams big, rise like the president, Came from nothing, flexing every cent. (Verse 1) Range Rovers rolling, deals going down, Drug dealing in Albania, Athens, running the town. Cooking meth like I’m Breaking Bad tonight, You ain’t bulletproof, better watch what you write. Callin' Jayoma when the papers need a sign, Homies flipping packs, breaking down the line. Red eyes burning, no time to sleep, We hustle hard, promises to keep. (Verse 2) Dubai shining, sipping on success, Greece with the view, living like the best. Rolls Royce whippin’, no face, no case, Brothers in the struggle, rise together, no disgrace. McLaren speeding, TikTok on the rise, Big chains swinging, neck full of ice. Ibrahimovic mentality, bulldog fight, Fat wallets filled, we stay in the light. Kosovo’s the plug, got the drugs on deck, We moving heavy weight, yeah, that’s the respect. I got the sword, cut 'em down with no remorse, Running this game, I’m the main source. Insta DMs blowing up, they wanna hit me up, But I don’t trust too many, better keep it on the up. Mike Tyson moves, heavy punches in my grip, Grit and grind, hustle born, never slip. PlayStation nights, grinding in the virtual world, McLaren speeding, watch the flag unfurled. TikTok blowing up, they all tryna watch, But we making big moves, out here on top. Instead of lifting in the gym, I'm lifting boxes of cocaine, You know that over here we don't play. No-sleep, 24 hours, hustling and dealing every day, Strip club nights, pills, vodka on display. (Outro) She says slow down, pull out, we livin' like GTA, Top down in the city, we don't care what they say. From Kosovo to the world, yeah, we paving the way, Need for Speed, living fast, but we’re here to stay. Shoutout to my mama, she the real queen, The only woman that ain’t no hoe is my mama, know what I mean? Raised a hustler, now we living the dream. From the block to the world, we made it, Hustler born, yeah, the grind's integrated. Total-black vision, eyes locked on the prize, From the hood to the skies, we never compromise.

I hate my tremor wrist It's a fact that I'm an anarchist I'm not an atheist, I'm a young antichrist And I sing to seduce children’s souls I'm so goofy, cause I dream to sneef blow I have enough money to call myself Broke But inside I'm rich while I have this green dope Xanax addiction fear of society Outsiders as me Will never get loyalty Who will answer me why I can't talk to my parents without some lie No pills means no life complexes plus drugs high This type of sheet names love I gently sink to the bottom Like snow in winter from the sky I’m junkie and imposter I look like cute mini monster But someday Will be paid bitch serious as a minister Ugly, unhappy, Hungry for pain I'll become just her property into cocaine It's hard to forget Russia, the family’s estate It was New Year's Eve, but I was so sad that day In relation to myself, I felt only hate The reason - I haven’t ten thousand and I'm late I want to see blood when someone reask, but it happens all the time. I have a slurred speech because of alprazolam and Mary Jane I imagine your face every time I watching Perverted porn Fuck day when I born You are most pretty on earth Andyluvd is A freak and a coward, I'm even afraid to speak first Best night when few bad girls were laughing while my body was getting more cold and more white If this song will not in the top chart in a week I will poppin' xanax with OxyContin before vodkas sips to stop breath If you get to know me better, you'll consider me crazy and boring I'll be happy only if I will sleep at night as well as in morning It's impossible to argue that The most real in show business and the most terrible voice now is recording This song is so long that the listener can feel sorry for himself much longer Damn, do you know that there is no thing that will make you at least a bit stronger?