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[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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(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.

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.

Intro: Yo, it’s Hustler Born, back in the game, Mexico vibes, we don’t play the same. Verse 1: They call me the Batman, creepin' in the night, Not savin’ Gotham, I’m takin' the fight. Killer instinct, yeah, I’m movin' with precision, Shooter on my side, we don’t need your permission. DMs blowin’ up, but I’m ghostin’ the fame, Focused on the hustle, I’m playin’ the game. Mexico streets, where the cartel thrives, Cooking in the kitchen, we’re keeping it live. Champions League mindset, we play for the win, Cartel moves only, yeah, we’re locked in. Dealers on the block, they’re chasing the dream, Ronaldo focus, scoring goals for the team. The scale don’t lie, weighin' money and pain, Blood in the streets, but we’re built for the game. Chorus: Cartel vibes, we don’t miss a shot, Cooking up plans, make the hustle hot. Shooter ready, Glock tucked tight, Killer moves only, we strike on sight. DM me if you got what I need, Mexico flow, we plant the seed. Verse 2: Got the mask on, but I’m no caped crusader, Stackin’ up the green, I’m a world invader. Cooking up the heat like a chef in the lab, Cartel dreams, got the world in my grab. Champions League flow, aiming for the goal, Dealers in the shadows, always playing their role. Ronaldo mindset, I’m chasing the crown, Playin’ to win, never backing down. Guns in the stash, yeah, we keep it discreet, From the border to the block, where the killers meet. DMs stay low, gotta keep it secure, Mexico grind, man, the hustle is pure. Come to London, chill, we’re running the game, Albanians and Colombians, they’re bringing the flame. Drugs on the table, yeah, we’re making the plans, Marijuana plants growing high on the lands. From Athens to the streets, it’s all connected, The hustle never stops, gotta stay protected. Bugatti dreams, Balenciaga fits, Poppin bottles of champagne, stacking up the hits. Pills in the stash, we’re counting the wins, Sniper on the roof, got the city on pins. Stacks of cash piling high with the cigs, Makin' money like the tates, yeah, we’re building it big. Batman style, I’m a shadow in the dark, Killer focus, every shot leave a mark. Chorus: Cartel vibes, we don’t miss a shot, Cooking up plans, make the hustle hot. Shooter ready, Glock tucked tight, Killer moves only, we strike on sight. DM me if you got what I need, Mexico flow, we plant the seed. Bridge: Gotham to the border, it’s the same old story, Power and the money, the road to glory. Champions League grind, we play to succeed, Cartel ties, keep the circle close, no greed. Dealers on the rise, yeah, they know what’s real, Playin' the game, stacking up for the deal. Shooter with the aim, deadly precision, Killer instincts, yeah, we make decisions. Outro: Batman vibes, but we ain’t savin' lives, In this cartel world, only the strong survive. Cooking up heat, we rise to the top, Shooter on deck, we ain’t gonna stop.

Intro: Ay, it’s yo boy Hustler Born, Back on the track, let's get it! Verse 1: From the block to the crib, I’m making moves, Got the eagles flying high, yeah, we never lose. Mountains in my view, see the snow and the peaks, Rolling in the Mercedes, watch the money streaks. Glock-19 on me, I ain't playin' no games, Euros in my pocket, I'm chasin' the fame. Russia on the radar, we ain't fearin' no threats, Mafia connections, you don’t know what’s next. Shipping packets, crack on the low, Africa calls, where the hustlers go. Keep talkin’, but we know who’s real, I’m in the BMW, grindin' for the deal. Luis Vuitton on my back, got the stacks to chill, Mansion on the hill, now that’s a real thrill. Chicks on my side, they love the appeal, Beverly Hills, where we keep it surreal. Rich motherfucker, yeah, I'm livin' the dream, Money in the bag, and I’m still on the scene. Stop playin’ it gangster, we know you are kids, Keep it real, homie, just do what you did. Chorus: We cookin’ like Escobar, drugs in the bag, Weed in the air, got the shooters on tag. Drug lord moves, I'm a king with the crown, I’m all about the hustle, you can’t slow me down. Playin' the game, never miss a shot, Red Bull energy, I’m hot on the block. Luis Vuitton, drip from head to toe, Stacks in my pocket, watch the money grow. Chasin' the green, we’re stackin' the real, It’s some real shit, you know how we feel. Verse 2: I’m on the block, I'm on the grind, Hustlin' hard, keepin’ money in line. Got the eagles in the sky, keep 'em close like a friend, Makin' moves for the euros, watch my pockets ascend. Mountains like Albania, we ridin' the highs, Shootin' for the top, I’ll be catchin’ the prize. Glock-19, and I’m quick with the squeeze, In the kitchen cookin', baggin' work with ease. Baby mama callin', but I’m stuck in the mix, Ships comin' in, stackin’ bricks to the fix. Chillin' in the mansion, I'm livin' the dream, Drippin' in Luis Vuitton, yeah, we on the scene. Chicks on the side, they just wanna vibe, Beverly Hills livin', we on the rise. Rich motherfucker, ain’t no stoppin' my shine, Makin' all this money, you can call it divine. Chorus: We cookin’ like Escobar, drugs in the bag, Weed in the air, got the shooters on tag. Drug lord moves, I'm a king with the crown, I’m all about the hustle, you can’t slow me down. Playin' the game, never miss a shot, Red Bull energy, I’m hot on the block. Luis Vuitton, drip from head to toe, Stacks in my pocket, watch the money grow. Chasin' the green, we’re stackin' the real, It’s some real shit, you know how we feel. Bridge: Mafia ties, deep like the sea, We ain't stoppin’, we pushin' for the victory. Shooter in the corner, we ready to ride, Glock-19 tucked, got the power inside. Call of Duty style, we don’t miss a shot, In the field, we roll deep, got the skills that they got. Outro: Albania, mountains, we rise above, Glock-19 ready, shoot for the love. Hustler Born, that’s the name you know, From the block to the top, let the money flo

Intro It’s yo boy, Hustler Born. Straight from the grind, this one’s for the streets. Verse 1 I was in the trenches, you was in the crib, Cooking with Escobar, I was stacking up the bricks. Rolling in an M5 CS, tinted black, Made it out the mud, now I’m never looking back. Money on my mind, every day a new move, Did it for the struggle, now I got too much to lose. Ask yo chick about me, she gon' tell you I’m the truth, From the streets to the stage, I’m the living proof. Chorus When I was in the streets, you was just a kid, Dreamin' 'bout the life, I was really doin’ it big. Now I’m on the rise, tell me how you gonna live, When the ones you doubted came and did it like this? Verse 2 Grinding every night, man, the hustle never stops, Flipping every dollar till I’m sitting at the top. Backseat of the M5, plotting on the win, Everything I’ve done got the streets locked in. Cooking up a legacy, Escobar in the pot, Ask yo chick about me, she gon' tell you what I’m not. Never been a fake, always stayed ten toes, From the blocks to the charts, now the whole world knows. Bridge Late nights, bright lights, never took a handout, Stayed in my lane, now my name’s what they chant out. Rolling through the streets, every block knows the vibe, Built this from the ground, now I’m finally alive. Chorus When I was in the streets, you was just a kid, Dreamin' 'bout the life, I was really doin’ it big. Now I’m on the rise, tell me how you gonna live, When the ones you doubted came and did it like this? Outro It’s yo boy, Hustler Born, and I came from the dark, Cooking with Escobar, turned a spark to an art. Rolling in the M5, pushing dreams through the grind, Now the streets chant my name every time that I shine.

[Intro] Ayy, it’s yo boy Hustle Born, Albanians in the cut, Money stacks, Glock-19 tucked, No love for the fake, nah, we don’t trust. [Chorus] Albanians roll deep, yeah, we run these streets, Drugs in the bag, got the block on repeat, Chicks in the ride, but they know what it is, Money stacks to the sky, man, we handle our biz. Fake love all around, gotta keep it discreet, Glock-19 by my side, stay ready to speak, Big moves, no cap, yeah, we takin’ the crown, From the top to the trenches, we don’t play around. [Verse 1] From Tirana to the trap, yeah, the hustle don’t stop, Albanians move swift, got the product on lock, Money stackin’ so high, it’s a whole new level, While the Glock stay loaded, keep it tucked for the devil. Chicks love the vibe, but they ain’t seein’ the grind, Fake love in their eyes, so I leave ‘em behind, We was broke last year, now we flexin’ for real, Whole team gettin’ paid, man, the hustle’s surreal. [Chorus] Albanians roll deep, yeah, we run these streets, Drugs in the bag, got the block on repeat, Chicks in the ride, but they know what it is, Money stacks to the sky, man, we handle our biz. Fake love all around, gotta keep it discreet, Glock-19 by my side, stay ready to speak, Big moves, no cap, yeah, we takin’ the crown, From the top to the trenches, we don’t play around. [Verse 2] Seen fake love turn to envy, I can’t let that slide, Keep the circle real small, only real ones ride, Drugs move through the night, money rainin’ by dawn, Glock-19 close, in case somethin’ goes wrong. Chicks flock when the bag hit, but I ain’t impressed, Focused on the grind, I don’t settle for less, Albanians know the code, yeah, we live by the rules, Fake love don’t faze us, we too sharp for the fools. [Bridge] Money talks, but the Glock keep the silence intact, Fake love in the air, but I never react, Chicks try to play games, I just play it cool, Keep my mind on the hustle, yeah, I stick to the rules. [Chorus] Albanians roll deep, yeah, we run these streets, Drugs in the bag, got the block on repeat, Chicks in the ride, but they know what it is, Money stacks to the sky, man, we handle our biz. Fake love all around, gotta keep it discreet, Glock-19 by my side, stay ready to speak, Big moves, no cap, yeah, we takin’ the crown, From the top to the trenches, we don’t play around. [Outro] Yeah, Albanians stay strong, Money stack tall, Glock stay on, Fake love can’t last when the real moves shine, Drugs, chicks, and stacks, it’s that Albanian grind.

"Galactic Cartel" [Intro] Ayy, drill time, Cartel moves, big boss talk, Albanian plug got the block unlocked, Star Wars with the beam, yeah, we takin’ it far, Flip the pack like birds, I’m a trap star. [Chorus] Cartel moves, I’m a drug lord king, Albania to the trap, yeah, we movin’ that thing, Got the force like Vader, lightsaber on my hip, Birds in the air, got ‘em flockin’ for the drip. Rubber bands on the cash, yeah, we keep it wrapped tight, Condom packs in the safe, keep it safe every night, They mad, they chirpin’, Angry Birds on my case, But I’m laughin’ to the bank, got that mask on my face. [Verse 1] From the hills of Albania to the cartel zone, Plugged in deep, got the product on my phone, Movin’ packs through the stars like I’m ridin’ the Falcon, Money stackin’ so high, man, it’s like a new mountain. Laser beam aim, call me Skywalker, bro, Enemies fall quick, they don’t even get close, In the jungle with gorillas, got the block on fire, Trap jumpin’ all night, man, we don’t ever tire. [Chorus] Cartel moves, I’m a drug lord king, Albania to the trap, yeah, we movin’ that thing, Got the force like Vader, lightsaber on my hip, Birds in the air, got ‘em flockin’ for the drip. Rubber bands on the cash, yeah, we keep it wrapped tight, Condom packs in the safe, keep it safe every night, They mad, they chirpin’, Angry Birds on my case, But I’m laughin’ to the bank, got that mask on my face. [Verse 2] I’m the Don of the city, got the power like Sith, Make the block disappear, call that cartel myth, Runnin’ plays like it’s chess, every move precise, Albanian bloodline, yeah, we cold as ice. Big packs, big straps, keep the money in motion, Plugged with the stars, movin’ work cross oceans, They hatin' on the empire, but we stand tall, Lightsaber in the stash if they wanna see me fall. [Bridge] Birds flyin’ in formation, call that big cartel, Opps chirpin’ from the sidelines, they can’t excel, Wrap the product real tight like a Trojan, we safe, Every move calculated, I ain’t leavin' no trace. [Chorus] Cartel moves, I’m a drug lord king, Albania to the trap, yeah, we movin’ that thing, Got the force like Vader, lightsaber on my hip, Birds in the air, got ‘em flockin’ for the drip. Rubber bands on the cash, yeah, we keep it wrapped tight, Condom packs in the safe, keep it safe every night, They mad, they chirpin’, Angry Birds on my case, But I’m laughin’ to the bank, got that mask on my face. [Outro] Yeah, Galactic Cartel, From the block to the stars, Lightsabers and straps, Birds in the trap, We don’t miss, peace.