Wake up in the gutter streets murky like a dragon's breath Climbing out the mud grind harder, dodging reaper's death Chain swingin' heart colder than the fridge Pockets getting fatter call it Biggie in the bridge Hustle ain't a hobby it's a way of life Money talk sharp like a barber's knife Cruising through the city neon lights skies split Whipping like a chef bruh ain't nobody hit Trap life in the jungle where we survive Snakes slither fingers on the trigger when we drive Money on our mind hundred bands in advance Damn we dancing with the devil now we in a trance Flip the script blueprint on the couch Lyrics like artillery spraying from my mouth Rooftops level looking down on ants City hustle puzzle ain't no happenstance Phone ringing off the hook moves called precision Game face on every day a new mission Stacks piling higher skyscrapers kissing clouds Victory in defeat echoes in the crowd Night fall shadows creep whispers in the air Dreams chased by nightmares don't nobody care Grind or get ground streets grim like tales Finding pockets of gold amongst concrete trails Hustle ain't a hobby it's a way of life Money talk sharp like a barber's knife Cruising through the city neon lights skies split Whipping like a chef bruh ain't nobody hit Trap life in the jungle where we survive Snakes slither fingers on the trigger when we drive Money on our mind hundred bands in advance Damn we dancing with the devil now we in a trance