Woke up, sun in my face, another day to chase the paper

Woke up, sun in my face, another day to chase the paper Used to dream of this place, now I'm living out the caper Used to count pennies, now the commas hit like thunder Used to walk through the city, now I'm gliding, tearing under The weight of expectations, yeah, I shattered every one Built this from foundations, 'til the victory was won They saw the grind, the struggle, the nights I went without Now they see the hustle, no need to scream and shout Yeah, eighty racks for this foreign, we not even bragging, nah Just another Tuesday morning, engine purring, hear it draw Attention on the highway, mirrors tinted, can't see through This ain't just a purchase, man, it's proof of what we do From the bottom to the top floor, stacking paper, watch it climb This ain't just a metaphor, this is our prime, our time Some call it luck, some call it fate, I call it work and vision clear Never put it off 'til late, no room for doubt or fear The engine hums a melody, success in every gear This ain't a fantasy, we made it real, right here (Outro) Eighty racks... foreign whip... yeah. Just another day in the life. No brag, just facts. You feel me? We here.