Motivation
Yeah, we grindin' through the struggle, see the pain in my eyes, Homies locked up, got 'em trapped in the lies, Fake smiles surround me, I can sense the disguise, Cops lurkin' in the shadows, I’m just tryna survive. Rollin’ up the loud, let it cloud my mind, Lost too many brothers, but I’m still on the grind, Prison walls talk, but they can’t hold my shine, In this concrete jungle, man, I’m one of a kind. They don’t know the hustle, they don’t feel the weight, Streets cold as ice, but we still elevate, Caught up in the system, but I won’t take the bait, Real ones in the struggle, we gon’ rise, never wait. Fake friends switch sides, man, I see through the game, Smoke in the air, yeah, we numbin’ the pain, Homies in the cell, but we still in the same, Livin’ for the moment, never chasin’ the fame. Yeah, I'm rollin' up, eyes low, can't see the haters, Stackin' paper, makin' moves, I'm the motivator, Grindin' late night, city lights, I'm on a mission, Pockets heavy, countin' green, that’s my only vision. Smoke clouds in the air, got the vibe feelin' right, Chasin' dreams, dodgin' schemes, keep my circle tight, Whippin' foreigns, switchin' lanes, never lookin' back, From the struggle to the hustle, put my city on the map. Every dollar that I flip, yeah, it’s part of the grind, Enemies in the rearview, I ain't wastin' time, From the block to the top, see the vision clear, Rollin' up this loud pack, drownin' out the fear. In the trap with my day ones, we ain't slowin' down, Grew up in the grime, now we ownin' the town, Smoke rings in the sky, watch the paper stack, Livin' life on the edge, ain't no lookin' back.
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Yeah, we grindin' through the struggle, see the pain in my eyes, Homies locked up, got 'em trapped in the lies, Fake smiles surround me, I can sense the disguise, Cops lurkin' in the shadows, I’m just tryna survive. Rollin’ up the loud, let it cloud my mind, Lost too many brothers, but I’m still on the grind, Prison walls talk, but they can’t hold my shine, In this concrete jungle, man, I’m one of a kind. They don’t know the hustle, they don’t feel the weight, Streets cold as ice, but we still elevate, Caught up in the system, but I won’t take the bait, Real ones in the struggle, we gon’ rise, never wait. Fake friends switch sides, man, I see through the game, Smoke in the air, yeah, we numbin’ the pain, Homies in the cell, but we still in the same, Livin’ for the moment, never chasin’ the fame. Yeah, I'm rollin' up, eyes low, can't see the haters, Stackin' paper, makin' moves, I'm the motivator, Grindin' late night, city lights, I'm on a mission, Pockets heavy, countin' green, that’s my only vision. Smoke clouds in the air, got the vibe feelin' right, Chasin' dreams, dodgin' schemes, keep my circle tight, Whippin' foreigns, switchin' lanes, never lookin' back, From the struggle to the hustle, put my city on the map. Every dollar that I flip, yeah, it’s part of the grind, Enemies in the rearview, I ain't wastin' time, From the block to the top, see the vision clear, Rollin' up this loud pack, drownin' out the fear. In the trap with my day ones, we ain't slowin' down, Grew up in the grime, now we ownin' the town, Smoke rings in the sky, watch the paper stack, Livin' life on the edge, ain't no lookin' back.
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