Lyric

【Intro】

Roll the dice? Nah, I stack the deck

Earned every stripe, earned every check

Ain’t no chance in the way I move—

I grind with heat, I never lose

【Verse 1】

Wake up early, city still sleep

Dig my dreams from trenches deep

No silver spoon, no easy ride

Just calloused hands and heavy pride

Told me luck would change one day—

I made it flip my damn own way

No four-leaf clovers in this dirt

Just lessons carved from every hurt

Got no faith in empty signs

Only trust in sharpened lines

I don’t pray, I pave the route—

Step by step, I pull it out

【Bridge】

They wait for stars to fall in place

I chase the fire, I run the race

Don’t ask fate, I raise my hand—

I claim my throne, I make my stand

【Hook】

777 — yeah, I make it spin

Luck ain’t real, but I still win

Pulled from fire, built from scars

Now I shine among the stars

777 — I don’t believe in fate

I made moves while they just wait

This ain’t chance, this ain’t bluff—

I rise from dust, I rise up tough

【Verse 2】

Raised in noise, learned to hear

Truth in pain, light in fear

Every setback taught me more

Now I walk through every door

Didn’t fold, I held my line

Bleeding through that uphill climb

They took bets, said I won’t last—

Now I’m the future, not the past

I don’t wish, I don’t guess

I train my soul to handle stress

They count cards, I count cost—

Every win was what they lost

【Bridge】

Don’t ask fortune for the prize

Earn the flame, ignite the skies

They wait silent, I ignite—

One more step into the fight

【Hook】

777 — not a lucky charm

Built my power, built my arm

I don’t wish on distant lights—

I became what others might

777 — no dice, no spin

Just the grind that lives within

Earned my fate through flame and will—

Rising still… I’m rising still

【C Melody】

This is blood and this is grit

No reset, I never quit

Took the falls, still I stand

Victory shaped by my own hand

No destiny, no guiding flame

Only hunger, only name

Every echo, every scar—

Sings of how I came this far

【Final Hook】

777 — yeah, I carved that path

Did the math, survived the wrath

They call it luck, I call it grind—

A storm I bent, a throne I find

777 — I burn too bright

Don’t need chance, I make it right

No retreat, no bluff, no mask—

Just me and fate… and all I ask