Brick by Brick

Spit fire on these streets, flame-thrower out the lip,

Mind like a diamond, cut precision, razor tip,

Got knowledge stacked higher than them Wall Street tricks,

Loose cannon on the beat, skills sicker than slick.

Built from the gutter, every stone and every brick,

Tales of survival, like a movie epic,

No facade in my words, authentic and thick,

Voices of a thousand dreams dialed in the mix.

Climbing up the ladder, every rung we grip,

From the underground rising, got that tight-knit clique,

Echoes of the struggle in every rhyme we flip,

No handouts given, everything we script.

Life’s a chess game, strategy and quick,

Pawn to a king, watch me make the switch,

Moments of glory, in the blink of a click,

From the block to the top, watch the narrative shift.

Vivid dreams of the future, painted so slick,

Brushstrokes of hustle, hard work ain't a trick,

From a whisper to a roar, destiny's pick,

The crown’s heavy, but it all fits perfect.

Climbing up the ladder, every rung we grip,

From the underground rising, got that tight-knit clique,

Echoes of the struggle in every rhyme we flip,

No handouts given, everything we script.