[Intro]
Yeah, I dream of a different life,
Where my voice hits higher, my tracks take flight.
No more trap, no more chains,
Just beats and rhymes, breaking free of these pains.
[Verse 1]
Work gets old, streets feeling cold,
Watching my dreams slip, stories left untold.
Wish I could make music, instead of the grind,
Pour my soul in the verses, let the world see my mind.
[Pre-Chorus]
Tired of trapping, tired of the game,
Wanna put my life in bars, make 'em know my name.
Feeling trapped in the hustle, but I got a plan,
To rise above, turn my pain into a fan.
[Chorus]
If I could get a shot, in the studio light,
Put my story on paper, make ’em feel my plight.
Not with a 9, but with a mic in my hand,
Build my legacy, make my family proud, take a stand.
[Bridge]
Smoking loud, thoughts racing fast,
Thinking of a future where this life don’t last.
Dreams of signing, making hits, all around,
From the streets to the charts, where my voice is found.
[Verse 2]
Wanna see people bumping my tracks on the block,
Thuggin in the studio, aiming for the top.
Not to thug for the streets, but for my art,
Pouring my heart into every chart.
[Pre-Chorus]
If someone tries me, I’ll stay on my grind,
Keep my dreams close, in my mind.
Turn my pain into shirts, my scars into art,
Represent my life, from the start.
[Chorus]
If I could get a shot, in the studio light,
Put my story on paper, make ’em feel my plight.
Not with a 9, but with a mic in my hand,
Build my legacy, make my family proud, take a stand.
[Outro]
Still got that street in me, but I aim higher,
Hoping one day, my soul to inspire.
From the trap to the stage, chasing my dream,
Making it real, life’s more than it seems.
