Cincinnati Hustle

Lyrics

[Verse]
Rollin' through the Natti, sunset on the skyline,
Queen City streets, hustle in the daytime,
Dice games poppin', rims in a shine,
Crosley Field memories, I'm feelin' the grind.

[Verse 2]
Reds caps tilted, grip the mic and spit truth,
Skyline chili, heatin' up the booth,
From Bond Hill to Clifton, speak with my roots,
Faded with a fresh cut, boots on my suits.

[Chorus]
Cincinnati hustle, livin' on the edge,
From the riverbanks up to Fountain Square's ledge,
Natti pride like a Bengal strike pledge,
Heart of Ohio, can't nobody hedge.

[Bridge]
Midwest steez in my walk and my lean,
Queen City's pulse in the lines that I mean,
Grit and grind hustle, focus on the green,
Stories of the Natti, know what they glean.

[Verse 3]
Seven Hills rise while the Rhine pours drinks,
MT. Adams views where the town rethinks,
Art deco bridges where destiny links,
Fifth Third flow, got the game in sync.

[Verse 4]
Cincy nights warm, underneath the neon,
Old school vibe but the spirit just reborn,
Raise a glass high when the beats kick on,
Katt Williams flow, till the break of dawn.