(Hustlers) Black Bandana Code

Intro (Spoken, low energy) Black threads, black mask Night shift, no mask Tequila-La — that’s our patch Hook Black bandana, code don’t fold Tequila-La, that turf’s been sold Midnight steps, yeah hearts run cold Hustlers rise from the cracks in the road All black fit when we glide through ends No loud talk, just silent trends Built this name, don’t follow trends Hustlers circle — that’s family, friends Verse 1 Late night grind where the streetlights flicker, Dreams got bigger but the path got thicker, Cold wind cut like a sharpened whisper, Pressure make diamonds, we shine up quicker. Black attire when we step in frame, No flashy moves, just building a name, Tequila-La carved deep in the brain, From cracked pavements to fortune and fame. We don’t bark, we strategise moves, Quiet steps but we still improve, Mapped the block like chessboard grooves, Now every setback paid its dues. Pre-Hook Shadow work, unseen grind Every scar just redefined Black bandana — state of mind Hook Black bandana, code don’t fold Tequila-La, that turf’s been sold Midnight steps, yeah hearts run cold Hustlers rise from the cracks in the road Verse 2 From nothing built into empire plans, Stack discipline with steady hands, No loose lips, just loyal clans, Built foundations where the old house stands. Monochrome drip when we take that stride, Focus sharp, keep ego aside, City skyline, watch it widen, Storm passed through but we’re still guiding. Tequila-La, that name ring loud, From humble roots to headline crowds, Hustlers moving silent, proud, Built our lane — don’t need that crowd. Outro (Half-time flow) Black bandana — symbol tight Tequila-La — built from fight Hustlers rise every single night