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(Slow, heavy 808s bang, high-hats start rolling fast) (Intro) Yeah... They want the old me, but I'm still processing the pain. Countless nights in the rain. Look. (Verse 1) Corner store lines, we was wishing for a break Survival in the soil where the real ones break Hand-me-down clothes and a stomach full of air You quickly learn the hard way that the streets don't care I took an L on the block, took an L in the court Felt like life was a game where I was coming up short Watching shadows on the wall, hearing sirens in the dark Leaving tire tracks and trauma where we used to find a park Every setback was a hammer hitting heavy on my chest In a city where the wicked never let the weary rest (Chorus) But you can't kill a spirit that was forged in the fire Yeah, the losses came heavy but they fed my desire Stacking up the Ls just to build up the base Now I'm looking at the mirror, looking back at my face Gotta turn the pain to power, gotta make it look neat Standing ten toes down to a gangster beat (Verse 2) Saw the family struggle, saw the bills pile high Looked up to the clouds, asking God for a "why?" Every cross on the chain represents a lost friend Wondering if the cycle's ever gonna hit an end But I learned how to breathe when the water gets deep And I learned how to grind while the rest of 'em sleep No more holding my head like I'm trapped in the dirt I’m translating the scars, making art from the hurt.
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(Slow, heavy 808s bang, high-hats start rolling fast) (Intro) Yeah... They want the old me, but I'm still processing the pain. Countless nights in the rain. Look. (Verse 1) Corner store lines, we was wishing for a break Survival in the soil where the real ones break Hand-me-down clothes and a stomach full of air You quickly learn the hard way that the streets don't care I took an L on the block, took an L in the court Felt like life was a game where I was coming up short Watching shadows on the wall, hearing sirens in the dark Leaving tire tracks and trauma where we used to find a park Every setback was a hammer hitting heavy on my chest In a city where the wicked never let the weary rest (Chorus) But you can't kill a spirit that was forged in the fire Yeah, the losses came heavy but they fed my desire Stacking up the Ls just to build up the base Now I'm looking at the mirror, looking back at my face Gotta turn the pain to power, gotta make it look neat Standing ten toes down to a gangster beat (Verse 2) Saw the family struggle, saw the bills pile high Looked up to the clouds, asking God for a "why?" Every cross on the chain represents a lost friend Wondering if the cycle's ever gonna hit an end But I learned how to breathe when the water gets deep And I learned how to grind while the rest of 'em sleep No more holding my head like I'm trapped in the dirt I’m translating the scars, making art from the hurt.