Real Hustle

Uh, yo. Yeah. What up, what up? Yo, check the mic, one, two, a new story's Born. Forget that weak-ass punk you were before the Dawn. Chillin' on the corner, wastin' all your time. Now you're in the game, it's your turn to Climb. No more lame excuses, no more lazy days. Just heavy iron and a concrete haze. This ain't no game, kid, this is pure street Strife. We buildin' legends, this the anthem for Your life. Heart made of concrete, will of tempered Steel. We takin' over, yeah, this hustle's real. From zero to a hundred, watch the rise, you'll See. This is the sound of your own victory. They told you. They told you quit, they told you fall behind. But that weak talk only fueled your grind. Every drop of sweat is a jewel you have Earned. Every single hater is a bridge you burned. Got my crew beside me, yeah, a loyal squad. We breakin' every limit, swear to God. This ain't no game, kid, this is pure street Strife. We buildin' legends, this the anthem for Your life. Heart made of concrete, will of tempered Steel. We takin' over, yeah, this hustle's real. From zero to a hundred, watch the rise, you'll See. This is the sound of your own victory. Yeah, yeah. From the dusty basement to the city lights bright. Fightin' through the shadows, claimin' your damn Right. They see the muscle, but they miss the Soul. The fire burnin' deep that makes you whole. This is more than power, this a state of Mind. Leavin' all that weakness and the doubt Behind. This ain't no game, kid, this is pure Street strife. We buildin' legends, this the anthem For your life. Heart made of concrete, will of Tempered steel. We takin' over, yeah, this hustle's Real. From zero to a hundred, watch the rise, You'll see. This is the sound of your own Victory