Stacks and Grind

Pockets got weight, call 'em sumo in the gym,

Workin' two shifts, now the shine ain't dim,

Grindstone kissin' while the clock hands spin,

Turn the struggle to a check, let the flex begin.

Money talks fluent, I’m speakin’ its tone,

Built this empire, brick by brick on my own,

From the dirt to the throne, the hustle full-blown,

Flexin' what I earned, no favors, no loan.

Wake up to the grind, dreams fueled by steam,

Turn pennies into dollars, life ain't a meme,

My whip got a gleam, my wrist got a beam,

Came from the gutter, now I’m livin’ the dream.

Paper cuts on fingers, countin' the proof,

They doubted the kid, now they see the truth,

Chains so heavy, neck feelin' aloof,

Hard work’s the ladder, success is the roof.

Gold on my wrist, got the Midas hand,

Was broke in the dirt, now I own this land,

Grind like a beast, turned sweat into bands,

Flex so hard, haters can't even stand.

Money talks fluent, I’m speakin’ its tone,

Built this empire, brick by brick on my own,

From the dirt to the throne, the hustle full-blown,

Flexin' what I earned, no favors, no loan.