[Verse 1] Cement floors turned to marble, I built that with my hands Every stitch a statement, every seam a master plan They slept on my blueprint while I drafted in the dark Now the whole city wearing what was bleeding from my heart [Hook] My hustle struts — don't need your validation My hustle struts — this is elevation Broke the mold, now I'm selling the pieces Every loss was a lesson, every grind never ceases [Verse 2] Used to press my nose to glass at windows I couldn't enter Now they frame my silhouettes in every fashion center Calloused hands still sketching while the industry was sleeping What they called obsession, I call legacy in the making [Bridge] I don't walk — I arrive I don't dream — I derive Every runway is mine by design Every stitch in my spine Chorus My hustle struts down every avenue I paved Every door they locked on me — I kicked it off its frame They said wait your turn, I said I am the turn Watch my hustle strut — let the whole world learn
