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(Verse 1)
Used to dream on the block by them corner lights,
Now I’m pullin’ up foreigns on them same cold nights,
Mama cryin’ tears of joy, said I changed our life,
I was deep in the struggle, had to earn my stripes.
No sleep, long weeks, had to fight that doubt,
Every L that I took made a better route,
From the north side pain to them big boy checks,
Now it’s penthouse views and designer sweats.
From the O to the ave, where the youngins slide,
Every day’s a gamble, gotta choose your side,
I remember late nights tryna make that play,
Now I’m cashin’ out deals that could change my day.
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(Hook)
Came from the bottom, now I’m touchin’ the sky,
Used to pray in the dark, now the stars in my eyes,
From the trenches of Philly where the real ones die,
Now it’s money, women, fame — yeah, we finally outside.
They ain’t see the pain, they just see the chain shine,
Every scar that I got came from war on the grind,
I was broke, I was hungry, now I’m eatin’ just fine,
Made it out the hood, now the city all mine.
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(Verse 2)
Shorty love the drip, but she don’t know the rain,
All them nights I was down, now I’m up with the gang,
Told my dawg, “Stay solid, we gon’ all get a plate,”
Now we toastin’ to the wins, every move we make.
From them jail calls, stress, to the Forbes talk checks,
Every move now major, every flex got respect,
Philly raised a soldier, can’t fold, won’t bend,
I made it through the storm, now I’m ballin’ again.
They was laughin’ when I said I’d make it out that pit,
Now the same ones watchin’ every song I spit,
VVS on my neck, but the glow came from pain,
You can’t fake what I earned, had to walk through the flame.
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(Hook)
Came from the bottom, now I’m touchin’ the sky,
Used to pray in the dark, now the stars in my eyes,
From the trenches of Philly where the real ones die,
Now it’s money, women, fame — yeah, we finally outside.
They ain’t see the pain, they just see the chain shine,
Every scar that I got came from war on the grind,
I was broke, I was hungry, now I’m eatin’ just fine,
Made it out the hood, now the city all mine.
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(Verse 3)
Now the phones keep ringin’, label deals on the line,
Told my brothers, “Hold on, we gon’ all see time,”
Not the type behind bars, but the time to shine,
From them backstreet dreams to the Billboard climb.
I done seen too much, lost too many to the beef,
Every song I drop now, that’s a soul’s relief,
Philly heart, Philly blood, can’t erase my roots,
But I leveled up the hustle, traded pain for suits.
Gave back to the hood, built courts, fed the block,
Now the same young boys say, “You gave us a shot,”
So when they say I changed, nah, I just grew,
‘Cause the trenches ain’t home — it’s just somethin’ we outgrew.
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