knife or a blick

Got a knife got a blick but you still gonna get a lick Got a knife, got a blick, but you still gonna get a taste, In this concrete jungle, I’m the beast you can’t replace, Confidence in every step, I’m the king of my space, Eyes on the prize, I don’t ever lose my pace. Hustle hard, night and day, I’m grinding with my crew, Dreams in my pocket, yeah, we making them come true, Life’s a game of chess, and I’m moving like a rook, Checkmate on the haters, got ‘em shook, they overlook. From the struggle to the top, I’m the voice of the streets, Echoes of my journey in the rhythm and the beats, Never back down, I’m a lion in the fight, Got the heart of a warrior, shining bright in the night. Ain’t no fear in my veins, I’m the fire, I’m the spark, When the shadows come creeping, I illuminate the dark, Got a knife, got a blick, but it’s wisdom that I wield, In this battlefield of life, I’m the one who won’t yield.