Back on my feet, now I’m whippin' them Lambos,
Foreign on the dash, used to ride in the shadows.
Harlem raised me, the streets tried to scar,
But I found my light, now I'm reachin' for stars.
Dodgin’ the boys, they was deep in the squad,
Still I walked with faith — that’s on God.
Coulda been gone, but I beat every odd,
Now I ride clean — that’s on God.
(Verse 1)
Came up where the sirens scream like lullabies,
Mama worked doubles, couldn’t watch me cry.
On them corners where your name mean life,
Where you hustle for your plate, not a piece of the hype.
Ain’t no handouts, just handcuffs waitin’,
Watchin’ for the plain clothes, unmarked statin’.
I had dreams, but the block tried to shrink 'em,
Till I flipped my pain and let God be the engine.
Now it’s suede seats, V12s in my lane,
From shoebox cash to private plane gains.
Never sold soul, kept the hustle legit,
Now the same ones hatin' wanna ride in the whip.
Back on my feet, now I’m whippin' them Lambos,
Foreign on the dash, used to ride in the shadows.
Harlem raised me, the streets tried to scar,
But I found my light, now I'm reachin' for stars.
Dodgin’ the boys, they was deep in the squad,
Still I walked with faith — that’s on God.
Coulda been gone, but I beat every odd,
Now I ride clean — that’s on God.
(Verse 2)
2025, got the city in view,
But I never forget where I paid my dues.
Had to dance with the devil, run fast from the law,
Now I toast to my pain in the back of a Wraith car.
Feds tried to book me, NYPD lurkin’,
But I kept my soul, even when I wasn’t certain.
Friends turned ghosts, I stayed in the lane,
Now I’m countin' blessings, not runnin' from pain.
I talk to God when the road get dark,
He remind me who I am when I’m feelin’ apart.
Every loss that I took was a step to the win,
Now I shine through the city with truth in my skin.
(Hook)
Back on my feet, now I’m whippin' them Lambos,
Foreign on the dash, used to ride in the shadows.
Harlem raised me, the streets tried to scar,
But I found my light, now I'm reachin' for stars.
Dodgin’ the boys, they was deep in the squad,
Still I walked with faith — that’s on God.
Coulda been gone, but I beat every odd,
Now I ride clean — that’s on God.
