Decantation (23:55)

🔥 Title: “GROWIN’ & GOIN’” Yo, I came from the cold where the hope froze solid, Pocket dreams, broke wallet, but the soul stayed brolic. Street scholar, no college, still knowledge symbolic, Turned problems to polish, now I’m cosmic, bionic. Eleven years old, world flipped, no map, Life slapped, I snapped, still refused to collapse. Every trap was a teacher, every scar was a map, I adapt, overlap, now I’m lappin’ the pack. Boston bloodline — grind divine in design, Mind sharp like a spine, every loss intertwines. Never whine, I align with a force undefined, GOAT positive prime, I’m the storm in the shine. I been broke, been ghost, been laughed at, roasted, Now I’m toastin’ with ghosts who said I wouldn’t approach it. Every “no” was a note, every doubt got quoted, Now my focus explosive — my motive encoded. Built a brand outta pain, made my name outta flame, Every lane that I claim turn to fame when I aim. They say “stay in your lane” — nah, I paved my own way, Now I’m growin’ and goin’ while they froze in the gray. --- I’m growin’ and goin’, overflowin’, never slowin’, Every door that they closed, I kicked open, I’m showin’. From the lowest to glowin’, from the no to the knowin’, I’m the storm and the poem, the heart of the omen. I’m the GOATBOSS flow, no pause, no folding, Every loss was a lesson, now my blessing is golden. Keep rollin’, keep goin’, keep hopin’, keep growin’, I’m Boston — the motion, the potion, the notion! I’m growin’ and goin’, overflowin’, never slowin’, Every door that they closed, I kicked open, I’m showin’. From the lowest to glowin’, from the no to the knowin’, I’m the storm and the poem, the heart of the omen. I’m the GOATBOSS flow, no pause, no folding, Every loss was a lesson, now my blessing is golden. Keep rollin’, keep goin’, keep hopin’, keep growin’, I’m Boston — the motion, the potion, the notion! --- I was raised in the wild where the sirens sing, Where the ice got bite and the nights got sting Had nothin’ but fight, had to earn my ring, Now the crown fits tight, yeah, the light’s my thing. Self-taught, self-built, never bent, never wilt, Turned guilt into guilt-free silk — no filth. No pity in my pity, I’m gritty, I’m witty, I turned every damn city to a GOATBOSS committee. Talk slick, walk quicker, my delivery’s liquor, Take a sip, get sicker — my ambition’s thicker. From the pain, I paint pictures, frame scriptures, Change fixtures, same mixture — made richer. Had a vision when they didn’t, intuition was vivid, Now I’m livin’ in the image that I once just scripted. Every limit I lifted, every bridge I crossed twisted, Now I’m gifted, uplifted — impossible listed. From the basement to brilliance, resilience resilient, Turned millions of moments to a movement brilliant. Every word that I spit, every hit I commit, Is a bit of my grit in a world counterfeit. Now I’m growin’, I’m showin’, I’m glowin’, I’m knowin’, Ain’t no slowin’, I’m flowin’, the GOAT energy’s growin’. When I speak, they listen, no fiction, all friction, Boston’s conviction — the real-life depiction.