I came from the curb where the odds stay crooked,

Stack for the fam, so the plot got cooked in.

Dreams in my head, but the streets too loud,

They said I’d never make it, I’ma prove that now.

Young boy grindin’, schemes in my vision,

Bagged up ambition, fiends in the kitchen.

I was on edge like the Thames at night,

Barely had bread, just a flame to light.

Every man’s got a choice: sink or swim,

I chose to build a ship, now the hull don’t thin.

Haters wanna talk but the wins don’t lie,

Elevate my soul while I kiss that sky.

From the block to the boardroom, dreams gon’ rise,

Every move surgical, seen through eyes.

Pain in the rhythm, my scars don’t hide,

I’m a product of the grind, no need to disguise.

I saw the world in a blacked-out Benz,

Had to count my blessings, now I’m