the paper

I come from the bottom Where the struggle never ends. Hustling through the rain while the fake ones pretend Late nights on the grind Got my mind on the paper Every corner I turn, there’s a lesson no capper lost some Homies to the streets Got that pain in my chest Seen the highs and lows But I’m still feeling blessed Every block that I walk got my heart on my sleeve in a world of hate it’s hard to believe Streets taught me loyalty but trust is a game Keep my circle tight only keep the real ones in the frame Dodging all the drama gotta stay on my grind In a city. Full of wolves, gotta watch for the signs Counting every dollar While they counting my flaws But the grind don’t stop. I’m just breaking down walls From the struggles, I rise like the sun Got my eye. On the prize, no time to disguise