Blue Dream to Green Stacks – Dual Frequency | Melodic Hustle Trap (Storytelling Rap)

​🎧 Genres: Melodic Trap • Southern Rap • Storytelling Hip Hop
🎵 Mood: Empowering • Inspirational • Loyal • Triumphant
🌌 Vibe: Street Hustle • Breakthrough • Wealth & Reflection

​🔥 "Dirty hands, clean soul, that's the code I hold..."

​'Blue Dream to Green Stacks' is a raw narrative about the climb from gray streetlights to the peak of success. A classic rags-to-riches story proving that loyalty and a pure heart are worth more than quick cash. From patched-up sneakers to an empire—this is an anthem for everyone chasing a bigger vision without losing their soul.

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​📜 LYRICS (Blue Dream to Green Stacks)

​[Intro]
Yeah. From the dirt, you gotta see the sky.
Hustle hard, ain't no time to cry.
This for the young kings in the struggle.
Watch how the tables turn, watch how they fumble.

​[Verse 1]
Streetlights dim, whole block lookin' gray,
Every single mornin', gotta find a new way.
Mama workin' double, barely make the rent pay,
Stomach always growlin', prayin' for a better day.
Nah, I ain't complainin', just paintin' the picture,
See my future clearer, no blurry fixture.
Every dude around me chasin' quick cash and liquor,
But I got a vision, somethin' bigger, somethin' quicker.
Used to patch my sneakers with a piece of old tape,
Walk a crooked mile just to get a good shape.
Used to read the books, while they dealt in the landscape,
Told myself daily, "Gotta make the escape."
See the fancy cars roll by the corner store,
Swore to the moon, I'll be the one they lookin' for.
This ain't just a dream, it's a permanent core,
Break the poverty cycle, then I'll ask for more.

​[Chorus]
Blue Dream to Green Stacks (Woo!), yeah, I'm chasin' that glow.
From the bottom of the map, watch the money flow.
They ain't see the work, they ain't know where I would go,
Had to plant the seed, now I'm watchin' my future grow.
Dirty hands, clean soul, that's the code I hold (Code I hold!).
Story of the come-up, it gotta be told.
Blue Dream to Green Stacks, breakin' out the mold (Out the mold!),
Watch the paper pile high, watch the whole world fold.

​[Verse 2]
Met an old man, standin' by the train track,
Looked kinda tired, said his bag was off the rack.
Helped him carry stuff, didn't ask for a dime back,
Just a little respect, keepin' my life on the right track.
He was quiet, man, spoke with a low voice,
Said, "Kid, the way you move, you don't even need a choice."
I saw his worn-out jacket, thought he was broke, no noise,
Just a lonely elder, makin' do with small joys.
Kept in touch with him, helped him with his yard work,
Never once complained, saw him as a life jerk.
Little did I know, this man owned the whole network,
Billionaire mind, hidin' it on purpose.
He watchin' me grind for years, no mistake,
Seein' if my loyalty was real, for goodness sake.
Didn't need a test, just a pure heart to wake,
Now the sky's the limit, all the money I can take.

​[Chorus]
Blue Dream to Green Stacks (Woo!), yeah, I'm chasin' that glow.
From the bottom of the map, watch the money flow.
They ain't see the work, they ain't know where I would go,
Had to plant the seed, now I'm watchin' my future grow.
Dirty hands, clean soul, that's the code I hold (Code I hold!).
Story of the come-up, it gotta be told.
Blue Dream to Green Stacks, breakin' out the mold (Out the mold!),
Watch the paper pile high, watch the whole world fold.

​[Bridge]
Years passed by, then he called me on the line,
Said, "You showed me kindness, son, a rare design."
"The world's full of takers, but you one of a kind,"
"What I built is yours now, leave the past behind."
Wait, what? Check the papers, man, my mind is blown,
From the struggle on the pavement to sittin' on the throne.
It ain't 'bout the help, it's the seed I had sown,
Respect over riches, that's a truth I have known.

​[Chorus]
Blue Dream to Green Stacks (Woo!), yeah, I'm chasin' that glow.
From the bottom of the map, watch the money flow.
They ain't see the work, they ain't know where I would go,
Had to plant the seed, now I'm watchin' my future grow.
Dirty hands, clean soul, that's the code I hold (Code I hold!).
Story of the come-up, it gotta be told.
Blue Dream to Green Stacks, breakin' out the mold (Out the mold!),
Watch the paper pile high, watch the whole world fold.

​[Outro]
Yeah. Blue Dream to Green Stacks.
No cap, real talk.
Loyalty pays. (echo)
We here now. We made it.

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