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Freddy coming Member My Media Library Organize your AI-generated songs, MVs, and lyrics in one place. Music6MV1Lyrics0 Back to list   Small Town, Big Steps AI Model: V6-wild West Coast style gangster rap with male vocals on chorus and hook Reuse lyricsCreate MV [Intro] Two stoplights, one route out Been a long few years—still here [Verse 1] I came up where the mill clock cut the morning in half, Where the diner poured the coffee dark and stretched every laugh. Bus pass, cracked phone, work boots by the door, Mama said, “Make it count,” so I counted every score. Had a backpack full of plans and a pocket full of lint, Turned the cold walk home to a reason, not a hint. Every no was a nail, every setback a pl ank, Built a bridge out of nights when the whole tank ran blank. youFolks left for the highway; I stayed with the weight, Learned to turn “not yet” into “watch me ” and wait. Now the same ones who doubted got my number on speed, I don’t brag on the struggle—I just show what it breeds. [Chorus] Small town, big steps, ten toes in the dirt, Last few years tried hard, but they couldn’t make it worse. I kept that wheel turning, kept my hands on the gears, Still coming, still climbing—built a life from these years. Small town, big heart, no quit in my chest, If the road gets steep, then I’m built for the test. Say it loud, let it carry past the count y line: I came up from the nowhere—now the whole thing’s mine. [Verse 2] I did double shifts, then I wrote till the page bent, Made a meal stretch three ways, made a small check pay rent. When the plans fell through, I redrew every route, Kept a calm face on while the doubt got loud. Snow piled up by the curb, spring mud on my jeans, Same town, new aim, sharper edges to dreams. Had to learn who was solid when the easy days passed, Who would stand in the rain, who was gone with the gas. Now I move with a purpose you can hear in my walk, No shortcut, no savior, just the work and the clock. I’m not chasing their crown, I’m not ask ing for room, I’ve been making my own since a back-bed room noon. [Chorus] Small town, big steps, ten toes in the d irt, Last few years tried hard, but they couldn’t make it worse. I kept that wheel turning, kept my hands on the gears, Still coming, still climbing—built a life from these years. Small town, big heart, no quit in my chest, If the road gets steep, then I’m built for the test. Say it loud, let it carry past the count y line: I came up from the nowhere—now the whole thing’s mine. [Bridge] For the ones still clocking in before the sun, For the ones told “be realistic”—you’re not done. Every mile, every bruise, every door that stayed shut, Put your shoulder to the next one—keep it moving, keep up. [Final Chorus] Small town, big steps, ten toes in the dirt, Last few years tried hard, but they couldn’t make it worse. I kept that wheel turning, kept my hands on the gears, Still coming, still climbing—built a life from these years. Small town, big heart, no quit in my chest, If the road gets steep, then I’m built for the test. Say it loud, let it carry past the count y line: I came up from the nowhere—now the whole thing’s mine. [Outro] Two stoplights behind me, one road ahead. Still here. Still moving.