Yo, I'm the product, born from the grind,
Stackin' paper, money on my mind,
In the club, bottles poppin', we flex,
Power moves, watch me cashin' those checks.
Hustlin' hard, ain't no time for sleep,
Jealous niggas lurkin’, they talk but they cheap,
Got the vision like I'm runnin' from the feds,
While you sleepin’, I'm countin' my bread.
Product manager, I’m the king of the game,
Ain't no one else in this biz with my name,
Building dreams, I’m the architect,
Turnin’ ideas into cash, what you expect?
London streets got me feelin’ that heat,
Ballin’ hard, got my foldin' like a seat,
From the East to the West, I’m on my hustle,
Thug life, but I’m flexin’ with muscle.
Bitches on me, yeah, they love the glow,
While I’m stackin' digits, watch the envy grow,
Keep my circle tight, trust is rare like gold,
In this game of life, you better be bold.
Late nights, club lights, yeah, we livin' high,
Champagne showers, like we touchin' the sky,
But don’t mistake the fun for the lack of grind,
Every move calculated, I'm one of a kind.
Money’s a product, but respect’s the deal,
Got my mind sharp, like a blade made of steel,
So keep your jealousy, I’m risin’ above,
The product of the struggle, it’s the life that I love.
When I step in the room, all eyes on me,
Recognize the hustle, I’m a G.O.A.T,
Product manager, but I’m more than that,
I run this place, no room for chit-chat.
Power in my hands, every word that I speak,
In London town, I’m the voice of the street,
So when they ask who’s the best, better know my name,
I'm the product of the hustle, and I’m changin' the game.