[Intro]
Yeah…
The pressure either break you or build you.
I chose bricks.
[Verse 1]
Had dreams bigger than the block I was trapped in,
Saw too many good people disappear without a caption.
Rain on the windows, pain in the mirror,
The money got closer when the real ones got fewer.
Learned every lesson the hard way,
Bills on the table, couldn’t afford a day off.
Everybody got advice when you’re down,
Same people go missing when you’re trying to find a way out.
I built mine from the ground up,
No shortcuts, just scars and a calculator.
They was looking for applause,
I was looking for ownership papers.
[Hook]
Cold corners, long nights, that’s the story.
Head down, kept grinding, never chased glory.
Lost friends, lost trust, kept moving forward,
Now they see the results and act like they supported.
Cold corners, long nights, that’s the story.
Every setback became part of the inventory.
Can’t fake pain, can’t manufacture struggle,
Everything I got came from the hustle.
[Verse 2]
The game taught me patience before it taught profits,
Watched people fold under pressure and call it logic.
I stayed consistent, that’s the difference,
Most quit before they reach the distance.
Used to count setbacks,
Now I count blessings.
Used to move reckless,
Now every move got direction.
The view different when you earn it,
The losses hit different when you learn from it.
I don’t talk tough, I talk facts,
The loudest in the room usually ain’t built like that.
[Outro]
No cape, no hero story.
Just a man who kept going.
That’s it.
Cold corners, long nights, that’s the story.
Head down, kept grinding, never chased glory.
Lost friends, lost trust, kept moving forward,
Now they see the results and act like they supported.
Cold corners, long nights, that’s the story.
Every setback became part of the inventory.
Can’t fake pain, can’t manufacture struggle,
Everything I got came from the hustle.
[Female Vocal]
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