Yea, this my block, where the hustle

Yea, this my block, where the hustle don't stop, Streets painted with dreams, we rise to the top, Concrete jungle, every corner got a story, Grinding every day, but we chasing that glory. Late nights, street lights, shining on my grind, Got my crew with me, loyalty's hard to find, From the pavement to the stage, we flipping the script, Every setback's a lesson, can't let my vision slip. (Verse 2) Echoes of the past, but the future's looking bright, Foes lurking in the shadows, but we ready for the fight, Neighbors know my name, respect in every block, When I'm rolling through the city, they can't help but talk. Dreams in my pocket, ambition in my veins, Blood, sweat, and tears, yeah, I'm breaking these chains, So if you step to me, know you tepping to a king, This my block, my throne, let the