In the shadows where the hustlers dwell, I plot my rise

In the shadows where the hustlers dwell, I plot my rise, Gritty streets, where the truth and the lies collide, From the bottom, now I'm clawing for the sky, Every struggle, every tear, it’s my battle cry. Got the heart of a lion, but the soul of a beast, In a world full of fakes, I’m the realest at least, Spit fire in the booth, watch the smoke ignite, With a hunger in my veins, I’m ready for the fight. Dreams of gold chains and the limelight gleam, But I’m rooted in the struggle, living out the dream, Got my pack with me, yeah, we ride or die, In this game for the crown, can’t let it slip by. Late nights, dark vibes, plotting my ascent, Every bar that I spit, it’s my testament, I want to be a legend, a name that they chant, From the grime to the fame, I’ll forever enchant.