legend's (part. . 2

Verse 1) Yo, it’s kinda crazy how they don’t see the small, Blind to the struggle, the rise and the fall, People chasing dreams, but they miss the detail, Ignoring the grind, like they’re bound to derail. Every little moment, every step that we take, Shapes the future, man, make no mistake, Lost in the noise, they don’t hear the whispers, Life’s a puzzle, but they only see the fixtures. (Verse 2) Small wins stacked high, like bricks in a wall, But they’re focused on the fame, can’t see the call, What about the hustle? The sweat and the tears? Building from the ground up, facing all the fears. See, it’s not just the big lights, the glitz and the glam, It’s the heart of the grind, that’s where I take my stand, So while they’re looking up, I’m digging down low, Finding gold in the grit, that’s how real legends grow.