Booma

Sunrise grind, that's the mandatory call, no hesitation,

Foot on the gas, never settle, break the limitation.

The cold streets taught me patience, built the fortification,

Every day's a mission, focused on the elevation.

Stack the paper high, see the vision through the smoke,

They talk a lot of talk, but their promises all broke.

We move silent, efficient, no time for the joke,

The blueprint's solid, watch the whole thing get evoked.

Big facts only, every move calculated,

Stay in your lane, my mind's laser-calibrated.

We chasing the bag, the levels are upgraded,

From the ground up, success is demonstrated.

Spin the block daily, but we're plotting on the finance,

No handouts, just dedication, gotta enhance.

They watchin' the moves, they don't get a second chance,

This is the drill, pure ambition in the trance.

Used to rock the worn-out trainers, now it's foreign leather,

The weather might change, but the hunger lasts forever.

Took the losses, learned the lessons, pullin' it all together,

Built a fortress, nothing can sever.

Remember the times we had pennies for a meal?

Now the future's lookin' bright, that's how success should feel.

Keep the circle tight, only genuine and real,

On a different trajectory, sealing the big deal.

Yeah. Levels, levels.

Gotta keep it moving, gotta keep it movin'.

That's the definition of the grind.

(Grrr.)