The city people.

The people making it until their rich and stuck in the city. I am a star, but know one knew. The day I was a mother boy. He did everything on his on People was his smart friend. I am a star, pay my way to the Top. Freedom was his name. Until the city went south and 3. Look like he gave me nothing but a Place of opportunity that went broken. The eyes of people who took. Stacked dreams in the city where the hustle don’t sleep, From the block to the boardroom, promises we keep, Late nights, bright lights, grinding for that green, Chasing paper trails, living out the dream. Started from the bottom, now we breaking through the ceiling, Every dollar earned, yeah, you know the feeling, Invest in the vision, watch the empire grow, From the corner store hustle to the Wall Street flow. Navigating pitfalls, learned the game like chess, Every setback a lesson, can’t settle for less, Counted all the losses, now we stacking up wins, Riches in the making, but the struggle never ends. Came up from the shadows, now we shine like gold, Stories of the streets, every truth unfolds, In the land of the dreamers, where ambition ignites, We’re the ones making it, reaching new heights. writes