I ain't from the hood, but I still keep it real I hustle hard, stack my paper, make a mill I may not have grown up on the streets But I still know how to handle beef I stay grinding, never sleeping, always on my grind I'm in my own lane, leaving all the haters behind I may not have a rough past to rap about But I still spit fire, no doubt I'm a self-made boss, making moves every day I don't need to front, I let my success pave the way I may not have scars from the block But I still hold my own, ain't no clock I'm not from the hood, but I still got that hunger I'm on a mission, ain't no stopping,