July 3

Yeah, I'm running this, well, never running out, Excuse me, get up out the way, no room for doubt, It's a shame how much I'm shitting on 'em, no clout, When they ain't even got a pot, what they talking 'bout? I rise like a phoenix, flames in my soul ignite, Got the hunger of a lion, ready to take a bite, While they sleep on my grind, I'm creeping through the night, Chasing dreams like a fiend, never losing sight. I’m the voice of the struggle, can you hear the pain? Pouring out my heart like I’m caught in the rain, Every verse a blessing, every bar a chain, Breaking free from the shackles, I’m destined for gain. They can’t fathom my hustle, they just play pretend, While I’m stacking my chips, they just play to offend, In this game of survival, I’m here to transcend, With the spirit of a warrior, I’ll fight to the end. or