The Architect of Zer0

From nothing to everything. I don’t need a hand, I’m the whole plan. 🏗️🔥 #SelfMade #Grind #Solo (Intro) Yeah. Look at the floor, all I saw was the dust. Looked at the ceiling, it’s covered in rust. They told me to wait, they told me to pray, But the hunger don't leave just 'cause yesterday's gray. Check it. (Verse 1) I came from the empty, the hollow, the "none," Staring at shadows and chasing the sun. Dinner was water and dreams on a plate, I didn’t have keys so I climbed over the gate. See, poverty's heavy, it sits on your chest, While everyone’s telling you "do what is best." But their "best" involves handouts and pity and pride, And I’d rather go hungry than take 'em for a ride. (Chorus) Don’t reach out your hand, I don’t need the assist, I’m carving my name with a bone and a fist. The vision is mine, and the struggle is too, Why would I want to be salvaged by you? I’m built from the zero, the static, the grit, The fire is mine and I’m the one who lit it. No one does it like me—keep your "help" on the shelf, I’m the only one here who can finish myself. (Verse 2) They want to be part of the "come up" so bad, To claim every win that I finally had. "If it wasn't for us," yeah, I’ve heard it before, While I was the one with my back to the door. My blueprint is different, my frequency’s rare, You’re breathing the oxygen, I’m breathing the air. If you give me the ladder, you own where I stand, But I’m building the mountain with nothing but sand. I’m the architect, worker, and owner in one, I’ll stop when I’m finished, not when I’m done. Zero in the pocket, but a million in the mind. Keep your charity, I’m leaving it behind. If I fall, I’ll bounce; if I break, I’ll mend. I started with nothing, I’m my only friend. (Verse 3) I watched 'em all talk from the comfort of couches, While I was outside with the holes in my pouches. They offer a "bridge" just to watch where I go, Then want to be drivers and run the whole show. But my DNA’s different, it’s forged in the cold, I don't want the silver, I’ll mine for the gold. If you give me the spark, then you claim you’re the flame, And I’m not about to let you brand my own name. I’m a self-made monster, a beautiful wreck, With a crown on my head and no chain on my neck. (Verse 4) It’s the silence of midnight that taught me to speak, The power of knowing I’m never the weak. You see "nothing" as empty, I see it as space, To build out an empire at my kind of pace. Your handouts are anchors, they’re heavy and slow, I’d rather be sinking than owe what I grow. So keep all your pity, your "vibes," and your prayers, I’m taking the elevator—you take the stairs. I’m the king of the dirt, the god of the grind, Leaving the "help" and the doubters behind. (Outro) No blueprints. No favors. No debts. Just me. Exactly how it was supposed to be. (Fade out)