Yeah, I remember the nights, bare walls feeling lost, just me and the city hum,

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Yeah, I remember the nights, bare walls feeling lost, just me and the city hum,

Yeah, I remember the nights, bare walls feeling lost, just me and the city hum, But my mind stayed sharp, schooled by where I come from. Learned to read the corners, the whispers that float on the air, Figured out the players, who's solid, who's a snare. Every crack in the pavement, every shadow a lesson learned, That dogma runs deep, how my early fire burned. (Chorus) Now I'm hustling, dodging the feds, every move calculated, on point, My focus on success, hit every single joint. From the curb to the penthouse, I'm getting somewhere they said I couldn't reach, This power, this luxury, ain't no fables they teach. Started from scratch, with nothing but grit and a concrete plan, Yeah, I'm owning my destiny, a self-made man from the land. (Verse 2) Used to flip small gains, turn pennies to a stack, That grind was my education, ain't no turning back. Knew the back alleys, the quick routes, how to vanish in the light, Always one step ahead, moving silent in the night. They talk about contracts, but my word's the only law I obey, Built this whole damn empire, never led astray. (Chorus) 'Cause I'm hustling, dodging the feds, every move calculated, on point, My focus on success, hit every single joint. From the curb to the penthouse, I'm getting somewhere they said I couldn't reach, This power, this luxury, ain't no fables they teach. Started from scratch, with nothing but grit and a concrete plan, Yeah, I'm owning my destiny, a self-made man from the land. (Bridge) They see the shine now, the glow from the top of the tower, But they don't see the sharp mind that earned every hour. The silent deals, the keen reads, the instincts that grew, That's the real foundation, the truth I built this through. The grind ain't over, no complacent ease in my sight, Still getting somewhere, pushing harder day and night. (Chorus) Yeah, I'm hustling, dodging the feds, every move calculated, on point, My focus on success, hit every single joint. From the curb to the penthouse, I'm getting somewhere they said I couldn't reach, This power, this luxury, ain't no fables they teach. Started from scratch, with nothing but grit and a concrete plan, Yeah, I'm owning my destiny, a self-made man from the land.

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