rhyme hard

A, yo, I rhyme hard. Ayo, I rhyme hard, like bricks in the street, Spit heat, life’s a battle, no retreat, From the concrete, rise up, game’s elite, Dreams vivid, visions clear, can’t accept defeat. Got my team tight, loyalty runs deep, Hustle in my veins, while the city sleeps, Stacking paper, never fold, never weep, In the shadows, where the real ones creep. Life’s a chess game, move with finesse, Count my blessings, but I’m hungry for success, Never second guess, always aim for the best, In the booth, I confess, I’m a lyrical mess. Tales of struggle, painted on this canvas, Raw like the streets, where the truth’s the hardest, From the block to the top, I’m the last of the artists, In a world so cold, I’m the flame that sparks this. you dudes be coy fish. living on wish