wats the time

(Verse 1) Yeah, straight out the projects, where the dreams get lost, Hustle hard, stackin’ paper, never countin’ the cost, Concrete jungle, where the shadows whisper low, Every corner got a story that the streets gotta show. Born in the struggle, learned to stand on my own, Heart full of pain, but my spirit never blown, Grew up with the echoes of the sirens at night, Melancholic vibes, but I’m still ready to fight. (Verse 2) Mama worked double shifts just to keep the lights on, While I’m dodgin’ all the drama, tryin’ not to get gone, Ain't no fairy tale, just a tale of survival, Every step I take, feelin’ heavy like a rival. Dreams of gettin’ out, but the hood’s got a grip, Navigatin’ through the darkness, tryna find my own script, But the love for my people keeps me grounded, no doubt, Da Baby talkin’ real, 'bout the life we live out. or