Nothin to somethin

From empty pockets, to no bread for the toast

To private jets, flyin coast to coast

Used to dream big, now reality posts

Now I"m rocking chains, money like a ghost

Was on the block with the broke dreams

Now it"s dollar signs tearing out the seams

No more ramen, filet mignon in the beams

Climbing up the ladder, no more drills in the ski

Rags turned to riches, never lookin" back

From city streets to penthouse stacks

No more struggle, champagne in the pack

Them boys gon hate, gotta keep my focus on track

Used to wear the same shirt for days

Now closets filled that’s where designer stays

Went from bus rides to Porsche on the highways

Engines roaring, blood pumpin thru my vains I’m soaring

Days of hustle in the field, Now it’s outta sight

Now it"s all bright lights, endless flight

Used to be a zero, now digits in the fight

Pockets packed tight, taking off like a kite

Rags turned to riches, never lookin" back

From city streets to penthouse stacks

No more struggle, champagne in the pack

Them boys gon hate, gotta keep my focus on track