"Stick & Move"

@rap fame ar team-V Nasty – "Stick & Move" (Intro) V Nasty... Black Sheep Records... Minnesota to Wisconsin... CT raised... Yeah... I had to switch some shit up in the stocks. (Hook) Had to switch some shit up in the stocks, Long nights posted up all on the block. Broke as a bum, homeless, not a crumb, Now I'm chasing every dollar till the whole team on top. Stick and move, that's the code I knew, Pain made a hustler, now I'm breaking through. They prayed I'd fall, but I stood up tall, V Nasty, baby, I'm speaking the truth. (Verse 1) Had to switch some shit up in the stocks, Spent long nights freezing on the block. No bed, no hope, just a dream in my head, Trying to turn survival into everything I got. Broke as a bum, pockets empty as hell, Eating cheap meals while my stomach would yell. Looking like a mouse trying to fight for the cheese, While the whole damn world wanted me on my knees. I seen the opps watching, waiting on my bleed, But they never understood what hunger can breed. I had to stick and move, couldn't sit and lose, Every setback turned into fuel I could use. Straight hustler, I got up and got it, Built from the bottom, ain't nobody bought it. Never seen another built quite like me, Connecticut roots, now Midwest G. (Verse 2) Came from the streets, yeah, straight from CT, Now I'm posted with the LCO family. Minnesota, Wisconsin, that's home to me now, Black Sheep Records, watch the whole crowd bow. Windows cracked while the cold wind blew, Still I kept grinding like real ones do. Every scar got a story that I still can't hide, Every loss built the fire that I carry inside. Most the people that I knew got locked or gone, Another candle lit before another new dawn. We was raised where tomorrow wasn't guaranteed, So we learned real quick how to hustle and breathe. Now they see me moving different, they don't understand, They only see the wins, never where I began. Pain turned purpose, that's the code I live, If I got one more shot, I'ma give what I give. (Bridge) From the shelter to the stage... From the cold to the flame... Everybody counted me out... Now they remember the name. (Hook) Had to switch some shit up in the stocks, Long nights posted up all on the block. Broke as a bum, homeless, not a crumb, Now I'm chasing every dollar till the whole team on top. Stick and move, that's the code I knew, Pain made a hustler, now I'm breaking through. They prayed I'd fall, but I stood up tall, V Nasty, baby, I'm speaking the truth. (Outro) Ain't nothing fake in these bars. This is hunger. This is pain. This is every cold night that built the man I became. Black Sheep Records. V Nasty. Minnesota. Wisconsin. Still standing... still hustling... still moving.