, I’m climbing to the peak, no retreat, feel the heat, Got my pen and my pad, yeah, I’m ready to compete, Spitting bars

, I’m climbing to the peak, no retreat, feel the heat, Got my pen and my pad, yeah, I’m ready to compete, Spitting bars so sharp, like I’m slicing through the air, Every line’s a weapon, man, you better beware. Dreams of stages, lights, and the crowd going wild, From the struggle and the hustle, I’m the hungry child, Had my back against the wall, now I’m breaking through, With every rhyme I drop, I’m redefining what’s true. (Verse 2) I’m the underdog rising, hear the roar of the crowd, Got my eyes on the prize, and I’m feeling so proud, From the basement to the throne, yeah, I’m taking my shot, No fear in my heart, man, I’m giving it all I got. Every setback’s a lesson, every failure’s a step, I’m the voice of the streets, watch the world intercept, With my flow so sick, I’m the cure for the game, I want to be a star, remember the name!