Lyrics

Verse 1
Came up out the trenches, Nap-town where they breed sharks,
Skinny trap king, but my hustle heavy, street-smart.
Ain’t the biggest dealer, but my licks hit like Mozart,
Cuttin’ through the block, every move is a cold art.

Drills in the night, masked up like a Greek play,
Slid for the bread, couple racks off a cheap stay.
Motel 6 flips, white girl on the freeway,
Indiana hustler, I’m the voice of my DJ.

Street gospel, paint the corners like I’m Basquiat,
Dodgin’ ops and indictments, learned to move a lot.
J. Cole vision, but my swag’s more on juggernaut,
Made it from the mud where survival is the juggernaut.

Hook
They say Nap-town cold, but my flame too lit,
Every verse like a lick, that’s a bag I split.
Trap bounce in my step, I’m a hustler’s script,
From the block to the booth, I’ma stack my chips.

Verse 2
Chess moves on the board, not checkers we play,
I’m the type to let the queen bait the pawns in a day.
From hittin’ nicks to clean kicks, made it out of the fray,
Still pimpin’ game slick, watch the snow bunnies pay.

Got a Glock with a story, every scratch got a tale,
Every night’s a new heist, like I’m Ocean with 12.
Bounce like a 6-4, but my grind’s all stealth,
Naptown’s own Nas, with the swag of Pharrell.

Homie, I don’t need the flash, let my hunger show,
Winter nights, flip the script where the summers go.
Dreamville lyricist, but my roots in the snow,
Every bar like a brick—watch me build and grow.

Hook
They say Nap-town cold, but my flame too lit,
Every verse like a lick, that’s a bag I split.
Trap bounce in my step, I’m a hustler’s script,
From the block to the booth, I’ma stack my chips.

Outro
A G in the field, with a mind full of plays,
Pen sharp like a blade, every word is a raid.
King Phil, Nap-town, let the anthem be made,
Came from nothin’, now I’m here, let my legacy stay.