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Mama crying in the kitchen (yeah)

Late notices on the table

Stomach rumbling like thunder

Prayed the rent stayed paid, though

Hand-me-down shoes, busted seams

Learned math flipping packs, chasing dreams

Coach said "school first," streets said "eat"

I chose both, wrote money on the sheet

Food stamps in my pocket like confetti

Swore one day we'd throw real ones heavy

Talking to myself, pacing in the dark

"If nobody give a lane, boy, build your own park"

Came up out the projects, now we up next

Used to count cents, now we count checks

Turned all of my losses into assets

From EBT to MVP, that's progress

All this pressure turned a diamond out the mud

Had to hustle for my family, for the blood

They ain't see me, now they see me, show me love

From EBT to MVP, I ran it up (ran it up)

Water cut off, washing in the sink

Writing business plans with a dollar and some ink

Uncles in the trap, I was taking notes

How to move smart, how to move close

Had a scale on the dresser, Bible on the bed

Two worlds pulling on a tired little head

Told my brother, "Give me time, imma flip this pain"

Now he driving what we used to draw in class, insane

Came up out the projects, now we up next

Used to count cents, now we count checks

Turned all of my losses into assets

From EBT to MVP, that's progress

All this pressure turned a diamond out the mud

Had to hustle for my family, for the blood

They ain't see me, now they see me, show me love

From EBT to MVP, I ran it up (yeah, I ran it up)