story I told

(Waking up every morning to make sure everything is alright, So never let a motherfucker wash you—hold on till the sunrise; If it’s cap, that “it’s easy,” it’s a setup, but believe in yourself, you gon’ fix the puzzle, you gon’ get right 👍; That’s the Benz key destiny needs to take your ride…) Verse continues: Grinding in the dark where the real ones survive, No silver spoon, just pain turned drive, Empty pockets but my vision still rich, Had to learn every loss got a lesson in it. They doubt when you’re low, now they watch when you rise, Same people switching lanes when they see you shine, Had nights with no food, just hope and a prayer, Now I’m building something solid, they can feel it in the air. I was down bad, stressing, fighting my thoughts, Now every scar on my skin show the battles I fought, No shortcuts in the jungle, better earn your stripes, Every L I took only sharpened my life. Mama told me “son, just stand your ground,” Even when the whole world tryna drag you down, So I hustle with a purpose, never chasing the hype, ‘Cause real success hit different when you build it from the night. Hook idea (optional): Hold on, don’t fold, better stay ten toes, Even when the pressure make your heart feel cold, Sun gon’ rise, yeah the pain gon’ go, From the gutter to the top, that’s the story I told.