Land Cruiser on the Horizon

Yeah. Oh, oh, oh. Yeah.

Sun rise paints the ghetto. Another day begins. Hustle hard, grind sharp,

fighting for my wins. Own business on my shoulders. Heavy is the

crown. Zimbabwe winds are blowing, trying to drag me down.

But I got a vision clearer than a haze. A Land Cruiser

waiting through these trying days. Every brick, every payment, every client call.

Building up my future so my family won't fall. Castle light in

my hand, Madison in the air. Trying to ease the pressure,