is these streets

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(Verse 1) Yeah, grew up in the concrete jungle, no safety net, Dodging all the trouble, man, you know I had to step, Dreams bigger than the blocks, I was raised on, Hustle in my veins, like a king I was made strong. Every corner got a story, every face a tale, Learned the game from the streets, never needed a scale, Pockets empty, but my vision was crystal clear, Had to grind for my shine, ain't no room for fear. (Verse 2) Late nights, streetlights, shadows creeping close, Friends turned foes, man, that’s just how it goes, Counted all my blessings while I counted all my scars, Made a promise to myself, I’m reaching for the stars. Got the heart of a lion, roaring through the pain, Life’s a chess game, and I’m making my moves plain, From the struggle to the hustle, I’m a product of the heat, Growing up in these streets, yeah, that's how I compete. Growing up in these streets, yeah, that's how I compete, Dodging every corner, got my hustle on repeat, From the block where the dreams collide with the heat, Learned to rise up, never accept defeat. Late nights, city lights, plotting on my next move, Every setback, just fuel, watch how I groove, Came from the gutter, now I’m shining like a jewel, Lessons in the struggle, man, that’s my school. Stacking up my paper, yeah, I’m counting every dime, Life’s a marathon, I’m just running out of time, In these streets, respect earned, never given free, Got my mind on my grind, that’s the way it’s gotta be. Enemies lurking, but I’m sharper than a knife, Living for the hustle, man, you know that’s my life, Each bar like a brick, building up my empire, Streetwise wisdom, man, you know I’m spitting fire. or (Verse 1) Yeah, I’m ridin’ through the concrete, shadows in the mist, Hustle in my veins, you know I can’t resist, Every corner got a story, every block a twist, Life’s a game of chess, but they playin’ like it’s risk. Got the weight of the world, but I’m light on my feet, In these streets, that’s how it is, can’t accept defeat, Eyes on the prize, but I’m dodgin’ all the heat, Countin’ every dollar, stack it high, can’t retreat. (Verse 2) Whispers in the alleys, secrets in the night, Trust is like a ghost, outta mind, outta sight, Loyalty’s a virtue, but it’s rare in this fight, Keep your circle tight, man, keep your vision bright. From the block to the booth, I’m just spittin’ my truth, Paint the struggle vivid, give the youth that proof, Every line a testament, every rhyme a roof, In these streets, that’s how it is, we just seek the smooth. or

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