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saberclasher

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Yeah!Grand Hustle, homie!King of the South!You know what it is!A-Town, let's go!(Verse 1)Step inside the perimeter, admire the dominanceAin't no question of who running this, check the prominenceFlipping articulacy, blending it with the trap environmentGot these lesser individuals contemplating retirementPimp Squad Click, yeah, the pedigree is impeccableStacking dividends high, making the hate negligibleBankhead born, raised right up under the streetlightsNow I’m navigating global charters on these fleet flightsA urban legend, omnipresent in the culture, manWatching the industry picking bones like a vulture, clanKeep a multi-million dollar corporate enterprise stableWhile ensuring that the validation stays at the tableI’m the epitome of hustle, disregard the facadeCertified by the block and highly favored by God.(Chorus)Yeah, it’s the King, back to claim the whole throne (King!)Got the city locked down, running every zoneFrom the bottom to the top, watch the trajectory riseYou can look into the vision, see the fire in my eyesGrand Hustle in the building, ain't no stopping the reignYeah, we turning up the power, overcoming the pain!(Verse 2)Observe the metrics, I’m a paramount strategistDissecting the competition, leaving 'em on the casualty listI brought the trap music definition straight to the forefrontWhile you youngsters are struggling just to figure out what you wantA luxury lifestyle combined with the grit of the concreteGot the elite execution every time that the drums beatAston Martin accelerating down the interstateMoving with heavy precision, watch how I innovateThey try to mimic the flow, copy the vernacularBut the presentation I deliver is too spectacularA sovereign ruler of the southern hemisphere rap sceneKeep the record clean and the hustle forever pristine. Yeah, look at the pedigree, disregard the assumptionsI’m orchestrating multi-million dollar productionsFrom the cell blocks straight to the Hollywood screening roomWatch the lyrical napalm make the whole stadium boomThey want the King dethroned, but the foundation is solidI acquired my master's degree straight out the project collegeGot the legal team heavy, corporate sponsors alignedWhile I’m keeping one foot on the block to stay in my primeNever compromising the integrity, stacking the chipsGot the luxury armor plating wrapped around all of my whipsIt’s an undeniable legacy, bulletproof executionI’m the definitive answer to the hip-hop evolutionGrand Hustle forever, see the banner unrollAnd I ain't giving up the crown until I lose my soul!

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