Drippin' Dreams Hustle

Lyrics

[INTRO] Yeah, we’re drippin’ dreams, From the struggle to the scene, Listen close, hear the hustle’s theme. [VERSE 1] Drippin' dreams, pockets stuffed with ambition, Started on a cracked stoop, flipping premonition. Whistle of the kettle, pyrex in the kitchen, Clouds rise heavy, that’s a dope boy’s incision. Grams on the scale, dreams on the line, Flipping hard, watching numbers climb. Came from the struggle, now redefining time, Hustle so divine, built for the grind. [CHORUS] Trap boy soaring, wings cut from the gutter, Money like snow, watch me turn the flutter to butter. Hustle remedies, bass lines cutting clutter, Heavy weight, but came from hunger’s hunger. Never had the silver spoon, just the iron to weather, Cheddar in the sour cream bag, always clever, Ironed so they not ruffled, call it the chip bag, From the bottom to the top, we’ll forever stay. [VERSE 2] Early morning shifts, no coffee, just grind, Once passed Second-hand Js, leaving doubts behind. Chasing dreams like shadows, they can't escape the shine, Breaking from the chains, they never saw my design. Cold nights, street lights, feel the pulse of the city, Every corner got a story, some bitter, some pretty. Flipping scripts, writing scripts, pen held tight, From dusk till dawn, we keep reaching for the height. [CHORUS] Trap boy soaring, wings cut from the gutter, Money like snow, watch me turn the flutter to butter. Hustle remedies, bass lines cutting clutter, Heavy weight, but came from hunger’s hunger. Never had the silver spoon, just the iron to weather, Cheddar in the sour cream bag, always clever, Ironed so they not ruffled, call it the chip bag, From the bottom to the top, we’ll forever stay. [BRIDGE] Dream chaser, life’s an art, Sketching every struggle, pouring out my heart. Friends turned to shadows, but I'm tearing apart, Every doubt, every fear, lightened by the spark.