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Cruisin’ down the strip, yeah, my ride’s a beast, No more stressin’ while I’m flexin', got that inner peace. Engine roaring loud, feel the bass thump in my chest, Life’s a game of chess, but I’m always playin’ best. Haters lookin’ mad, but I’m shinin’ like a star, Rollin’ with my crew, yeah, we takin’ it far. Windows down low, let the fresh air in, Livin’ life fast, like I’m chasin' the wind. Got the city lights flashin’, night’s young and alive, Every corner that I turn, man, you know I’m gonna thrive. From the block to the top, never settlin’ for less, Countin’ all my blessings, got that hustle, no stress. Grindin’ through the struggle, now I’m finally free, In this new whip, feelin’ like it’s meant to be. Confidence on high, like I’m reachin’ for the sky, With my sights on the prize, skies the limit, I can reach new heights. Chilling in the underground, while y'all are making it big, Hand me the shovel, let me start to dig, Echoes of the struggle, buried deep in the grit, Sifting through the rubble, where the real ones commit. Light a spark in the dark, watch the shadows ignite, Words like daggers, cut through the silence of night, Crafting every line, with precision and might, In the depths of the grind, I find my vision in sight. Voices of the past, whisper secrets untold, Digging for the truth, as the legends unfold, My pen's a weapon, with a story to mold, While the surface is flashy, I’m the diamond in gold Never dim my light, I’m a star on the rise, Bitch, I’m a diamond, can’t you see it in my eyes? I’m the kind of artist, a little bit rusty, But trust me, I’m bustin’ like a can of that musty, Flow’s still hefty, got the weight of the world, Words swirl, paint a picture, watch my legacy unfurled. I’m the underdog, but still aiming for the top, While they flop, I’m the one that never stops, Got the grit in my veins, spitting flames, it’s insane, With the pen, I’m a beast, can’t contain this brain. Rusty edges, but my sharpness is divine, In the booth, I’m a lion, hear the roar in every line, Haters try to phase me, but they can’t faze the truth, I’m the proof in the pudding, call it wisdom of the youth. Every bar’s a dagger, slicing through the doubt, In the game, I’m the player they can’t figure out, So when the beat drops, and the bass starts to thump, Remember who’s the artist that’ll always bring the jump.