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Yeah…

It’s real life.

New York streets taught me how to fight.

Mama raised a king without a crown…

But look at me now.

(Verse 1)

Grew up in the city where the lights don't sleep,

Dreams big, but the pain ran deep.

Had a heart full of fire and a pocket full of nothin’,

Fake smiles all around, so I stopped trustin’.

No pops, just moms holdin’ down the crib,

Gave me love, gave me strength, taught me how to live.

Yeah, we struggled, but she never let me fall,

Even when I had my back to the wall.

Tears on the pillow, thinkin’ I should just go,

Dark nights, suicidal thoughts in the flow.

But I rose — from the pain, from the scars,

Now I’m shootin’ past limits like I'm reachin' for stars.

(Chorus)

I came from the bottom, now I'm risin' high,

Used to cry in the dark, now I touch the sky.

Fake ones left, now my circle tight,

I got dreams in my vision and my soul in flight.

New York raised me, but I made my lane,

Turned all my losses into endless gain.

Through the storms and the hate, I found success —

Now I’m blessed, and I’m still chasin’ greatness, yes!

(Verse 2)

They said I wouldn’t make it — now they askin’ for a feature,

Funny how the fake ones try to act like teachers.

Where were y’all when I had no voice?

When I battled demons and I had no choice?

I was lost, but I found my will,

Used my pain just to sharpen my skill.

Now I spit truth, every bar I write,

Is a piece of my soul lit in cold streetlight.

Mama cried, but I wiped her tears,

Said, “One day, we’ll be far from here.”

Now it’s first-class flights and awards on shelves,

And I did it all by bein’ true to myself.

(Bridge)

No more holdin’ in the cries, I let it out,

Ain’t ashamed of the past, I scream it loud.

That lonely kid turned into a man,

With a mic in his hand and a God-made plan.

(Chorus)

I came from the bottom, now I'm risin' high,

Used to cry in the dark, now I touch the sky.

Fake ones left, now my circle tight,

I got dreams in my vision and my soul in flight.

New York raised me, but I made my lane,

Turned all my losses into endless gain.

Through the storms and the hate, I found success —

Now I’m blessed, and I’m still chasin’ greatness, yes!

(Outro)

So if you feel like givin’ up, don’t fold,

There's diamonds in the dirt, there's strength in the cold.

Keep goin’ — even when the light is dim,

Your story ain't over, it's where legends begin.