On the Grind

Clock tickin’, grind gritty, city never snoozin’

Dream chasin’, foes bracin’, moves they refusin’

Bars sharp, cut deep, razor in the scribble pad

Scheming on the gold, turning nothing into duffel bags

Skyscrapers loom, we’re born out of mayhem

Concrete jungle where the vultures prey fam

Heart cold, beats hot, steps full of rhythm

Surviving the storm, truth served in the prism

Meal ticket vision, poverty collision

Elevator broke, stairs up to ambition

Streets got a tempo, heartbeat percussion

Bag heavy now, no time for discussion

Skyscrapers loom, we’re born out of mayhem

Concrete jungle where the vultures prey fam

Heart cold, beats hot, steps full of rhythm

Surviving the storm, truth served in the prism

Flame spitter tongues, fire breathing sermons

Rooftops echo our grind and discernment

Dice roll fate in this hustle casino

Tracking zeros down, covert like De Niro

Sunrise witness, nights full of hustle

Chasing the bread, dodging all tussles

Paper plane drifts, prayers over the ether

Built my own kingdom, now bow to the speaker