Goal in Reach

[Intro]
Yeah
Look
Goal in reach
I can see that
[Verse 1]
Left school early, hit that back door
Mama said "Be more," I became that
Bikes in the driveway, sirens in the background
Learned how to weave through the flame and the shade fast
Mailman watching who get packs on the weekday
Coach said "Run," streets said "Eat"
Now I'm on the block doing push-ups on the curb
Turned every crack in the concrete to a gold seat
[Chorus]
Goal in reach, I can see it from here (from here)
Both feet down but my head in the air (too clear)
Been grindin' all day, all night, same gear (same gear)
I’m right there, I’m right there
Goal in reach, I ain’t lettin’ it slide (nah)
Whole city on my back when I rise (when I rise)
Been grindin’ all day, all night, same drive
Goal in reach, goal in reach, that’s mine
[Verse 2]
Whole hood betting on the fall, I ain’t trippin' though
Turned every side-eye stare to an interval
Every shift at the warehouse, knuckles all split
Then I clock out, hit the court, still getting it in
Big homie told me "Lil man, pick a lane quick"
I picked all of ’em, hustle in the same fit
From the swap meet, fresh tee, same kicks
To the boardroom talk, same grit, same lips
[Bridge]
Who else go this hard?
Rain on the windshield, pray in the backyard
Who else turned that doubt to a deep scar?
Then carved their name in it, made it a landmark
[low vocal register] I been on go since the first little heartbreak
Since I seen the yellow tape by the arc gate
Hand on my chest like a vow in the dark
Every setback just sharpened my heart
[Chorus]

rap, Boomy West Coast bounce with rubbery bass and crisp claps, male vocals locking into a confident mid-tempo pocket. Sparse piano stabs and low brass accents on the verses; hook widens with stacked crowd-style ad-libs and filtered vocal doubles. Subtle tape saturation and a talkbox-style counter-melody on the chorus for a classic Compton sheen.