[Intro] (Distant modem crackle… mountain wind… single dulcimer note…) Yeah… Before that bread stacked… I seen somethin’ different… ⸻ [Verse 1] Twenty Twelve… heard ‘bout Bitcoin… Digital hustle… I wanted too join… Homies laughed… said “that ain’t real…” I went back grindin’… makin’ my deals… Fast forward… plays went south… Young gun jammed… now I’m by myself… Twenty fifteen came… I copped that box… Old school hustle… with crypto and stocks… ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] (Digital clicks… dulcimer pluck… low hi-hats…) Late nights scrollin’… deep in the net… Learned ‘bout chains… no bank, no check… ⸻ [Chorus] Digital dope… yeah I flipped that code… Turned around… now on a crypto road… From backstreet plays… to mining pools… Same damn hustle… just different rules… No hand to hand… no face, no trace… Just numbers jumpin’… in a hidden place… While they chased streets… I changed my lane… Turned dirty cash… to a cleaner game… ⸻ [Verse 2] Tapped in Tor… yeah I masked my trail… Deep web doors… where the shadows dwell… Dread Pirate Roberts… ran that ship… He ran silk road… he made that flip… Then clones popped up… like Alpha bay… Digital corners… I knew which way… Stackin’ them sats… with electronic clocks… While the street kept dealin’… smack and rocks… ⸻ [Bridge] (Beat drops… glitch echoes… dulcimer bow scrape…) From alleyways… to fiber lines… From hand-to-hand… to coded signs… ⸻ [Verse 3] Twenty seventeen hit… it went insane… Turned small-time flips… to a different game… Crypto stash… yeah It went up high… Money movin’ different… that ain’t no lie… Started this road… thinkin’ street was key… The real gold was… in technology… I chased that bag… for money and fame… Ended up winnin’… through a different game… ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] (Heartbeat kick… rising tension… dulcimer tremolo…) One step forward… two steps back… I stayed locked in… and I stayed on track… ⸻ [Final Chorus] (Full intensity… darker tone…) Digital dope… yeah I cracked that code… Left the block… for a different road… From backstreet deals… to a global play… Money got bigger… in a quieter way… No more runs… risk not that loud… Just silent wins… don’t draw a crowd… What I’ve built… still ain’t done… It’s just the rise… not the final run… ⸻ [Outro] (Glitch fades… dulcimer note holds… engine starts… gravel crunch… distant mountain wind…) Yeah… From the trap… To the spiders web… Need to slow… Before I’m dead… This here story… Just the same… It ain’t over… Just a Different game…
