(Verse 1)

(Verse 1) Yeah, I came from the bottom, where the struggle is real, Hustlin’ every day, just to stack up a meal, In the hood, where the shadows dance with the light, Gotta keep my circle tight, never trust in the hype. Got my brothers by my side, we gon’ ride or die, From the block to the booth, watch us reach for the sky, Dreams of a Bentley, but we started on bikes, Now it’s money in my pocket, and we livin’ our life. (Verse 2) Ain’t no sleepin’ on the grind, I’m awake in the night, With the pain in my heart, but my vision is bright, Every corner got a story, every street got a tale, From the struggle to the hustle, man, we destined to prevail. I remember all the days, we was broke, no dough, Now we stackin’ up the paper, watch the green overflow, In the hood, where the dreams turn to gold in the fire, Keep it real, keep it raw, that’s the life I admire.