[Verse 1] Yeah I move through the shadows like a whisper in the breeze Eyes sharp Heart steady I survive with what I seize City’s got a rhythm and I’m tuned to every sound I’m the scavenger King of what’s lost and never found I pick the pieces up that everybody else forget Flip a broken little moment to the treasure I can get Where you see a pile of nothing I see stories in the grime I’m the architect of hustle Turning scraps into a climb I roam alleys like a scholar Every stain’s a sign Cracked glass Bent signs I read between the lines Old locks Loose bricks I map it in my mind Every dead end corner is a vein I can mine [Chorus] I’m the architect of hustle Built this crown from rust and rubble (yeah) Turn your throwaways to muscle Every loss I make it double Where you turn away in doubt That’s the road I’m drawing out From the gutter to the gold I write blueprints in the mold (hey) [Verse 2] Got receipts in my head from a hundred failed schemes Each scar on my knuckles is a line in the theme If the straight path’s closed I just angle through the seam Mix patience with pressure till the cracks start to steam I see value in the fragment In the torn-up thread In the half-lit thought that you left for dead You call it junk I call it bread That forgotten corner is where I get fed So if you hear a soft step when the whole block sleeps That’s me taking quiet from the jaws of the beast Sowing tiny little wins where the losses all feast Stacking ghost town riches till the hunger’s deceased [Chorus] I’m the architect of hustle Built this crown from rust and rubble Turn your throwaways to muscle Every loss I make it double Where you turn away in doubt That’s the road I’m drawing out From the gutter to the gold I write blueprints in the mold (architect of hustle)
