Eyes on the prize

(Hook) Me and my homies, yeah we chasing that cash, Came from the dirt, had to learn real fast. Niggas getting paid, no time for the fake, Eyes on the prize, yeah the money don’t wait. (Verse 1) Late nights, cold streets, dreaming bigger, Same old pain but the vision got clearer. Broke days taught me how to move smart, Now it’s plays on plays, yeah we aiming for charts. Homies on my back, never fold, never snitch, We was sharing one plate, now it’s meals getting rich. Mama said “pray,” so I pray and I grind, Turned stress into hustle, turned losses to signs. (Hook) Me and my homies, yeah we chasing that cash, Came from the dirt, had to learn real fast. Niggas getting paid, no time for the fake, Eyes on the prize, yeah the money don’t wait. (Verse 2) Streetwise lessons, yeah the code too real, Smile in your face but they envy your meals. So I move lowkey, keep my circle tight, If you wasn’t there broke, don’t come round rich life. From nothing to something, that’s a flex on its own, Independent grind, had to build my own throne. Cash coming slow but it stack up tall, Started from the curb, now we answering calls. #Rap