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dreams heavy like the night, Got my pen and my pad, I'm ready for the fight, Hustlin' in the dark, where the real ones reside, With a heart full of fire, ain't no place to hide. Echoes of the streets, hear the whispers of the past, Every struggle, every loss, built a future that's vast, I’m the king of my zone, got the crown in my sights, With the weight of the world, but I’m ready to rise.t oot new heights (Verse 2) Countin' scars like trophies, every wound tells a tale, In this game of survival, I refuse to fail, Spittin' verses like bullets, let 'em fly in the air, In a world full of fakes, I’m the truth, I declare. Grit and grind in my veins, I’m the voice of the streets, With a vision so clear, can't accept no defeats, From the bottom to the top, yeah, I’m destined to go, With the soul of Biggie, let my legacy flow.It's the west coast trick, shadows in the mix, Raise a toast for the good times, yeah, we taking risks, Who does it the most? Man, we move like a ghost, Spitting bars real slick, like we’re coast to coast. Dark vibes lurking, got the streets on lock, Echoes of the past, hear the tick of the clock, Slow it down, quick flow, got the rhythm in my veins, Life's a game of chess, but I'm breaking all the chains. City lights flicker, in the night we roam, Dreams in the rearview, but we never alone, Count the blessings, let the pain ignite, From the shadows we rise, bringing dark to the light. Whispers in the alley, secrets in the smoke, Every line a weapon, every word a stroke, West coast mentality, hustle in my soul, Chasing down the future, with my eyes on the goal.