hustlers pome

(Verse 1) I came to life from the shadows, where the streets breathe, Concrete jungle, where the hustlers weave dreams, Dodging schemes, I’m a king in this concrete maze, Heart of a lion, with the fire, I’m ablaze. Eyes on the prize, never blinded by the glare, Survival’s an art, brush strokes of despair, But I paint my story with the colors of my pain, Every drop of sweat, like the ink in my veins. (Verse 2) Echoes of the past, man, they haunt like a ghost, But I rise from the ashes, yeah, I’m doing the most, Streetwise wisdom, got my mind on the grind, Every lesson learned, now it’s wealth I define. No silver spoons, just the grit and the grind, These verses are my armor, every lyric intertwined, From the bottom to the top, watch me elevate, Cuz I came to life, now it’s time to celebrate. (Verse 1) Yo, I’m ridin’ through the city, got my mind on the grind, Money on my mental, yeah, hustle intertwined, Streetlights flicker, shadows dance in the night, Got my crew beside me, we ready for the fight. Pull up in the whip, windows down, feel the bass, Ain’t no time for slackin’, gotta keep up the pace, Chasin’ dreams like I’m sprintin’ on the block, Every step I take, man, I’m risin’ to the top. Watch the haters lurk, but they can’t touch my shine, Got the heart of a lion, yeah, I’m built to define, Every challenge faced, man, I wear it like a crown, In this game of life, I’ll never back down. Streetwise wisdom, learned from the concrete, Every lesson taught me, gotta stay on my feet, From the bottom to the peak, I’m the voice of the grind, In a world full of noise, I’m the one you’ll find.