Gravel Ghost (Smurf)

Verse 1

Bags

Tied tight

Stashed in the floorboards

Twelve behind the tinted glass

Praying that the pack don't smell

I'm a ghost on the gravel

I'm a king in the kitchen

I'm a god in the gutter

Hustle till the sun goes down

Niggas want a piece of the pie

They ain't never seen a scale

They ain't never seen a cell

Empty pockets make a man turn mean

Blacked out windows

Forty on my lap

I'm moving weight like a freight train

Rubber bands snapping on the sink

Hundred packs

Dirty money

Dirty hands

Stacking paper till the ceiling breaks

You a middleman

I'm the main source

I'm the plug

I'm the power

I'm the pain

Selling poison in the project halls

Young nigga with a old soul

Keep the heat close

Keep the circle small

Lying to the judge

Lying to the feds

Living like a legend till I'm dead

Back on the block

Back in the trap

Back in the lab

Cooking up a brick of that white

Niggas talking loud

Niggas doing time

Niggas losing focus on the grind

I don't trust a shadow

I don't trust a soul

I don't trust the game

Glitch in the system

Ice on the wrist

Blood on the money

Everything is for the taking

Evil in my eyes

Greed in my gut

Gold in my mouth

Watch the way the work disappears

Niggas hate the way I live

They hate the way I shine

They hate the way I win

I'm the Hustle God

Bow down to the king

Pay what you owe

Or lose what you love

Riding through the darkness

Loaded

Ready

Ruthless

Collecting every cent that I earned

The city is mine

The street is mine

The future is mine

Nigga don't you ever forget it

One phone call

One heavy box

One massive debt

Moving weight until the world ends

Outro

Keep it moving

Hustle God

Black Smurf

Purpdogg

Weight on the scale

Weights on my shoulders

Gone