777

【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.