Grinding on theses streets

Yeah, I’m grindin’ on these streets, got my eyes on the prize, Dreamin’ big, no sleep, watch the haters despise. From the block where the hustle ain’t just a cliché, I’m spittin’ fire, every line like I’m here to stay. Got my crew by my side, we’re chasin’ that dream, Stackin’ paper, makin’ moves, hear the city scream. Late nights, bright lights, under pressure we rise, Every setback’s a lesson, no fear in my eyes. I’m a wordsmith, paintin’ pictures with my flow, From the concrete jungle where the real ones grow. Ain’t no handouts, just sweat and a scar, I’m on the grind, yeah, I wanna be a rap fame star. In the booth, I’m a beast, every verse is a fight, Put my heart in the beat, let my soul ignite. City’s heartbeat in my chest, I’m ready to roar, Climbin’ to the top, can’t settle for less, I want more.