Lifestyle

Yeah…
Look…

Came from the dirt, had to hustle for a dollar,
Now it’s late nights, hearing money when I holler,
Phone keep ringin’, got the plays lined up,
Tryna turn a small win to a bankroll doubled up.

I been on the move, I don’t ever stay still,
Eyes on me heavy, gotta watch how I feel,
Same ones clappin’ be the ones that’ll switch,
Seen love turn fake over money real quick.

Yeah, shorty in the passenger, she love how I shine,
But she ain’t see the days I was down on my grind,
Now it’s lights, camera, flash when I step,
But I still got demons I ain’t buried yet.

Ridin’ through the city with the windows up tight,
Every shadow look different when you livin’ this life,
Tryna make it out clean but the road get cold,
Everybody want a piece when they see you got gold.

I done leveled up fast, now they call me the man,
But they don’t understand all the weight in my hands,
Every move got risk, every choice got cost,
Win big or lose it all, everything get tossed.

Yeah… still ten toes, never fold, never break,
Had to learn real quick what’s real and what’s fake,
Now I’m stackin’ it tall, tryna build me a way,
Out the life that I lived, but it pull me to stay.

Look…
It’s a different type of pressure when you come from the bottom,
Got the world on your back but you still gotta solve ‘em,
All the pain, all the nights, all the fights, all the scars,
Turned a broke young kid to a star in the dark.

Yeah…
Still ridin’… still grindin’…
Still chasin’ that moment it all feel right.

rap, hip hop, trap