Mirror of a Kingpin

Look in the mirror what do I see? A kingpin staring back like it's 1933 Suit sharp fedora low brim cut clean Eyes cold as ice got that gangster gleam Tommy gun tucked ain't for show Every scar tells a story every move is slow The hunger in my eyes it's the drive of a don Built an empire from the dust till the break of dawn I'm the ghost of Capone see the legacy burn In the mirror I'm the king now it's my turn Hunger in my soul fire in my chest Old school gangster never settle for less Street smart never let 'em see me sweat Every deal I make calculated like a chess set Enemies close but the fam's even closer Got the city in my palm like a high-stakes poker Fedora tipped I'm the boss in this land Tommy in my hand never had to take a stand But I rise like a phoenix from the grit and grind Blood on my knuckles but money on my mind I'm the ghost of Capone see the legacy burn In the mirror I'm the king now it's my turn Hunger in my soul fire in my chest Old school gangster never settle for less Born from the struggle molded by the streets Every step a hustle every move elite Mirror shows the hunger that never fades away The spirit of a gangster still lives today So I walk with the legends shadows of the past In the mirror I'm the first but never the last Hunger still burning like a silent scream Old school gangster living out the dream