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