Жим Лежа (Качающий Олдскул)

Yeah Check the ledger It's strictly business No personal feelings Look in my eyes, see the cold calculation Building an empire, defying the nation Every step is a chess move, never a pawn We operate strictly from the dusk to the dawn The hustle is grimy, the stakes are so high We reaching for power, we aiming for the sky Trust nobody, keep your circle incredibly tight Surviving the shadows of the dangerous night The hustle is grimy. Tailor-made suits and a heart made of ice Everything in this world comes with a price I sit at the head of the mahogany table Separating the truth from the street fable We moving the product, distributing the weight Mastering the art of controlling our fate The feds take pictures, we stay out of frame You gotta be a ghost to conquer this game My associates loyal, tested in fire Climbing the ladder, getting higher and higher We speak in a code that they can't understand The absolute rulers of the concrete land A toast to the fallen, a sip of the wine Walking the razor's edge of the borderline The ambition is ruthless, the methods are cold But this is the story that has to be told I govern the block with an iron-clad fist If you cross the line, you end up on the list No time for the weakness, no room for regret I'm placing my chips on the ultimate bet The streets are a jungle, I'm the apex predator Closing the accounts like a merciless creditor The hustle is grimy, the stakes are so high We reaching for power, we aiming for the sky Trust nobody, keep your circle incredibly tight Surviving the shadows of the dangerous night The hustle is grimy. That's how it goes Count the paper Lock the safe