Beat it up

Late night, bright lights, city never sleeps, I turn pain into pressure, turn pressure into beats. Mic check, one-two, yeah the floor gon' shake, Every bar that I drop make the whole ground quake. Verse I was down bad, now I'm up late, pen gliding, Every setback just a setup, I ain't hiding. Dreams too big for a small-town ceiling, Turned my wounds into wisdom, turned the hurt to healing. Count it up, run it up, never run from the fight, Diamond in the rough and I'm polished by the night. They talk loud but their actions never match the speech, I'm a student of the game and the game can't teach. Grind don't stop 'til the wheels fall off the ride, Heart of a lion with a hunger I can't hide. From the bottom of the map to the top of the globe, Every verse that I write got a weight to unload. Stacking up wins like I'm building with bricks, Every beat that I murder got the speaker doing tricks. No cap, all facts, yeah the flow too legit, venom on the track and the booth can't quit.