struggle to the top

Verse 1: Yeah, I came from the bottom, where the sun don’t shine, Cracks in the pavement, dreams sipping cheap wine, Hustle in my veins, man, I’m born to grind, Every corner I turned, another lesson defined. Late nights, street lights, plotting on my next move, Stacking every dollar, trying hard to improve, Lost a couple homies, but I carry their name, In this concrete jungle, I’m igniting the flame. Verse 2: Mama worked two jobs, just to keep us afloat, While I’m dodging these traps, trying hard not to choke, Vision clear as day, can’t let fear take hold, From the block to the bank, watch my story unfold. Every setback a setup for a major comeback, Counting every blessing, never looking back, Now I’m suited up, meetings in high-rise suites, From the struggle to success, man, I’m tasting the sweet. Verse 3: I remember the days, scraping change for a meal, Now I’m flipping these deals, living life surreal, Got my eyes on the prize, can’t lose my focus, From the hood to the throne, yeah, I’m destined to grow this. Painted pictures of hope, on these city walls, From the darkness I rose, hear the siren calls, Now I’m stacking my dreams, like bricks in a wall, From the struggle to the top, yeah, I’m giving my all.