Lyrical Stckup

I'm the trap's poet, words like a Glock, Lyrics hit hard, leave 'em laying on the block, from the kitchen to the mic, I whip up the heat, Gucci shades on my face, I'm the hood's heartbeat. (verse 1) That’s the sound of the steel, In the trap house, counting stacks, making deals, White powder on the table, lines like a maze, Gucci on my belt buckle, diamonds in a blaze.(verse 2)I’m the king of the streets, call me Guwop, Stacking paper, flipping bricks, never gonna stop, From the bottom to the top, I climbed the ladder, Middle finger to the haters, they don’t matter. I’m the king of the streets, call me Guwop, Stacking paper, flipping bricks, never gonna stop, From the bottom to the top, I climbed the ladder, Middle finger to the haters, they don’t matter That’s the sound of the steel, In the trap house, counting stacks, making deals, White powder on the table, lines like a maze, Gucci on my belt buckle, diamonds in a blaze. From the struggle to the spotlight, I rise, Gucci shades hide my eyes, but they can't disguise, The scars, the hustle, the streets that made me, Guwop stay, forever thuggin', that's my legacy.