[Verse]
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.
[Verse 2]
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.
[Chorus]
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.
[Verse 3]
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.
[Bridge]
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.
[Chorus]
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.