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Late nights, I’m grindin’, got that fire in my chest, Dreams of stages, but I’m starvin’ for the best, Broke days, hungry nights, all I see is the struggle, Stackin’ every lyric, man, I’m ready for the hustle. In the booth, I’m spittin’, each line a piece of me, Pourin’ out my soul, like a river, can’t you see? Got the weight of the world, but I’m lighter than a feather, Music’s my escape, yeah, it’s now or never. (Verse 2) Countin’ all my blessings, but I’m still chasin’ dreams, Every beat I make, man, it’s bursting at the seams, Hungry for the spotlight, I won’t settle for less, Rappin’ for my life, I’ll be wearin’ my success. Rhymes sharp like a knife, cuttin’ through the despair, Every note I write, man, I’m breathing in the air, From the struggle to the stage, it’s a journey I’ll embrace, Making music to fight my hunger, can’t be replaced.