grinding

Verse 1) Yeah, I’m rising from the bottom, got my eyes on the prize, Dreams of stages lit, where the real talent lies, Grinding through the struggle, every verse a testament, Hustle in my heart, man, I’m spitting with intent. Got the city on my back, representing every block, From the corner to the booth, yeah, I’m ready to rock, With the flow so cold, you can call it ice cream, Every rhyme I drop, man, I’m living out the dream. (Verse 2) Late nights in the lab, pen and pad in my hand, Crafting every line, like I’m building up a brand, They can’t dim my shine, I’m a star on the rise, Got the fire in my soul, and ambition in my eyes. From the streets to the charts, I’m breaking down the walls, Got the world in my grasp, hear the echo of my calls, Never backing down, I’m the voice of the real, In this game for the crown, man, you know how I feel.