Mardin to Izmir: Grind

[Verse]
Came from Mardin, dust in my rearview
Roads winding, dreams tighter than a tourniquet's grip
Carbide, hss, rolled up in the trunk compartment
M5 engine growl, hustle louder than the block's noise
[Chorus]
Tools in the bag, money in sight
City lights flashing, never blink twice
From the ancient rocks, to modern hustle and strife
Mardin to Izmir, a real boss's life
[Verse]
Fair deals in the morning, deals dirty at night
Steel sparks flying, carving futures outta tight sight
Grind don’t stop, not just screwin' bolts and nuts
Every wrench turn, banknote pops like firecrackers
[Bridge]
M5 cruising, on the path to get the coins
Selling carbide, this isn't just employment
Flipping tools faster than the street noise
Kurdish soul, turned steel into joints
[Verse]
Izmir streets, got me feelin' invincible
Put in the work, made my stance undeniable
From alley shadows to glaring storefront lights
Tools in hand, embracing horizon’s fights
[Chorus]
Tools in the bag, money in sight
City lights flashing, never blink twice
From the ancient rocks, to modern hustle and strife
Mardin to Izmir, a real boss's life