LOST MY POP TO THESE STREETS

Stacking paper, I’m on my own grind, Late nights, no sleep, got my eyes on the prize, Hustle hard, every move, calculated and wise, No handouts needed, I rise when it’s time. Counting digits, I’m flipping my fate, Solo in the game, never waiting, can’t wait, Facing demons alone, but I’m never afraid, Built from the struggle, my foundation is laid. In the shadows, I lurk, making moves in the dark, Self-made, no crew, just igniting my spark, Handling business, I’m the king of my arc, Every challenge I face, I’m leaving my mark. Money coming in, like I’m pulling a heist, Grinding through the night, yeah, I’m paying the price, No calls for backup, I’m rolling the dice, Confidence high, and I’m living it nice. advice