Ms BabySmook-nice knife

Yo, I’m spitting fire, dreams burning like a pyre, Climbing higher, got the hunger, can’t retire, In the lab, I’m a beast, pen sharp like a knife, Every line’s a piece of me, this is more than life. Haters wanna doubt, but I’m breaking through the doubt, Got the talent, got the grit, hear the crowd scream and shout, Rhymes like a loaded gun, ready to explode, In this rap game, man, I’m paving my own road. (Verse 2) Late nights, early mornings, grinding till I’m sore, Every bar a stepping stone, can’t settle for a score, I’ll paint the world with words, canvas made of dreams, Watch me rise from the ashes, bursting at the seams.