[Verse] Step up on the corner, canvas in my hand, Spray paint dreams, hustle like I’m jackin’ a plan. Words spit sharp, cuttin’ through the city grime, Every line’s a hustle, every rhyme’s my prime time. Concrete jungle, I’m the king of these streets, Pockets light but my vision’s heavyweight beats. Prints stacked high, colors pop under street lights, Rap and canvas collide, I’m the fire igniting nights. [Pre-Chorus] Look close, feel the struggle in the ink and the flow, Stories in the strokes, watch my empire grow. [Chorus] I’m hustlin’, grindin’, paintin’ dreams on the block, Spittin’ truth in my prints, watch the heads all stop. Downtown heartbeat, the rhythm never quits, Art and bars collide — I’m sellin’ these hits. I’m hustlin’, grindin’, paintin’ dreams on the block, Spittin’ truth in my prints, watch the heads all stop. Downtown heartbeat, the rhythm never quits, Art and bars collide — I’m sellin’ these hits. [Verse] Every passerby got a story to hear, I lace my rhymes with hustle, make the message clear. From alleys to the subway, my prints paint the scene, I’m the voice for the streets, raw and lean. Dollar bills small, but my vision stays large, Selling dreams on paper while I’m rappin’ at large. The city’s my canvas, the mic’s my tool, In this urban jungle, I’m nobody’s fool. [Pre-Chorus] Look close, feel the struggle in the ink and the flow, Stories in the strokes, watch my empire grow. [Chorus] I’m hustlin’, grindin’, paintin’ dreams on the block, Spittin’ truth in my prints, watch the heads all stop. Downtown heartbeat, the rhythm never quits, Art and bars collide — I’m sellin’ these hits. I’m hustlin’, grindin’, paintin’ dreams on the block, Spittin’ truth in my prints, watch the heads all stop. Downtown heartbeat, the rhythm never quits, Art and bars collide — I’m sellin’ these hits. [Bridge] No silver spoon, just a marker and a beat, Grit in my veins, I’m standin’ on my own two feet. Every print sells a story that the city forgot, Hustle in my blood — and I’m givin’ all I got. [Chorus] I’m hustlin’, grindin’, paintin’ dreams on the block, Spittin’ truth in my prints, watch the heads all stop. Downtown heartbeat, the rhythm never quits, Art and bars collide — I’m sellin’ these hits. I’m hustlin’, grindin’, paintin’ dreams on the block, Spittin’ truth in my prints, watch the heads all stop. Downtown heartbeat, the rhythm never quits, Art and bars collide — I’m sellin’ these hits. [Outro] Yeah, every print, every rhyme, got a story to tell, Downtown hustle, where I’m grindin’ and I dwell. Art and rap, forever in this streetwise mix, Catch me on the corner, sellin’ urban flicks.