From Lunch Money To Millions

[Verse 1]
Hand-me-down shoes
Scuffed white toes
Counting change
In the back of the corner store line
Mom folding coupons
Saying
“We’ll be fine”
He circled old cars
On a wrinkled page
Lawn-mowing summers
Ten bucks a day
He kept a jar
On the dresser by his bed
Shook it just to hear
What a dream sounded like in his hands
[Chorus]
From lunch money to millions
From “boy
Sit down” to the top of the building
They never saw him coming
But he saw the view
Every long dark morning
Every clock past two
From lunch money to millions
He turned every “can’t” into something that he did
He was just a broke kid with a big
Big plan
Now he’s writing his name in the sky like it’s sand
(From lunch money to millions)
[Verse 2]
Late night screen glow
Numbers in rows
Friends hit parties
He hit goals
Cold black coffee
On his second-hand desk
Phone full of “maybe”
Heart full of “yes”
Stacking small wins
Like bricks in a wall
Read every page
Like a prayer not to fall
Signed his first deal
In a thrift-store suit
Shaking in his sleeves
But his eyes knew the truth
[Chorus]
From lunch money to millions
From “boy
Slow down” to the front of the building
They never saw him coming
But he saw the view
Every shut-down door
Every shot he threw
From lunch money to millions
He turned every “later” into “look what I did”
He was just a broke kid with a big
Big plan
Now he’s writing his name in the sky like it’s sand
(From lunch money to millions, yeah)

Warm modern pop-rap hybrid with male vocals; storytelling verses over crisp drums and mellow keys, bass sitting deep and steady. Choruses bloom with airy synth pads, octave backing vocals, and a catchier, chanted hook. Second half adds claps and subtle guitar plucks to lift the energy, ending on a triumphant, sing-along reprise.