Self Made Man

This track blends East Coast hip hop and pop rap through crisp, rhythmic drum patterns, jazzy Rhodes chords, and subtle vinyl crackle, Smooth, articulate vocals ride the groove, laid over warm bass and minimalist high-passed samples, All elements are mixed wide and clean in polished stereo

[Intro – spoken, low-key vibe]  
Yeah…  
From Marcy to the penthouse, same hunger, different view  
Let’s talk about it

[Verse 1] 
Corner store dreams, pocket full of lint and hope  
Momma prayin’ at the stove, stove ain’t workin’ though  
Daddy ghost, left a hole bigger than the block  
But I filled it with ambition, turned pain into a clock  
Tick-tock, I’m watchin’ every move, every cop  
Every fiend, every scheme, every cop  
Dodgin’ blue lights, dodgin’ blue checks  
Turned the corner on the corner, now I’m collectin’ the respect

I was 16 with a dream and a nickel bag  
Now I’m pushin with a team and a billion tag  
Still remember the first time I touched a thousand  
Felt like God gave me a crown, but I had to earn it,

[Chorus]  
From the bottom to the top, never stopped believin’  
From the trap to the jet, still the same reason  
I came from nothin’, turned it into somethin’  
Every scar on my soul got a story I’m runnin’  
Rags to riches, I’m livin’ the script  
But I remember the days when the top was just a myth  
Yeah, I made it, but I ain’t forget the cost  
Hustle life forever, from nothin to the boss

[Verse 2]  
They said I wouldn’t make it past the bridge  
Spent nights on the street, empty stomach empty fridge  
Now I’m sittin’ with the suits, talkin’ mergers and flips  
But I still check the rearview for the kid that was pissed

I ain’t forget the nights we was imaginin eatin 
Now I’m eatin’ with the mayor, fly to Paris every weekend  
Keep money in my conscious, my scars in my conscience
I’m the map for the come-up, call it archeology

Still give back to the block that raised me wrong  
But raised me strong, gave me the fire to stay gone  
From the stoop to the stage, from the cage to the page  
Every bar that I write is a light in my stage

[Bridge – slower, reflective]  
They ask me how I did it, I just say “I stayed alive”  
Lost too many brothers just to let the dream die  
Every time I close my eyes, I see the projects lights  
Still hear the sirens in the night  
But I turned the struggle to a mic  
And the pain to a price  
Now I’m paid to speak my life

[Verse 3 – final push] 
So when they talk about the king, put respect on my name  
I came from the gutter, turned dirt into flame  
No handouts, no co-signs, just grind and pain  
Now the skyline got my name in the frame

I’m the kid that made it out the maze  
Still carry the weight of the hardest days  
But I carry it with grace  
And I still show love to the place  
That gave me the taste of the struggle, the hustle, the chase

[Outro – fading out]  
Yeah…  
From Marcy to the penthouse  
Same hunger, different view  
Rags to riches…  
I made it, kid  
We made it.

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[Intro – spoken, low-key vibe] Yeah… From Marcy to the penthouse, same hunger, different view Let’s talk about it [Verse 1] Corner store dreams, pocket full of lint and hope Momma prayin’ at the stove, stove ain’t workin’ though Daddy ghost, left a hole bigger than the block But I filled it with ambition, turned pain into a clock Tick-tock, I’m watchin’ every move, every cop Every fiend, every scheme, every cop Dodgin’ blue lights, dodgin’ blue checks Turned the corner on the corner, now I’m collectin’ the respect I was 16 with a dream and a nickel bag Now I’m pushin with a team and a billion tag Still remember the first time I touched a thousand Felt like God gave me a crown, but I had to earn it, [Chorus] From the bottom to the top, never stopped believin’ From the trap to the jet, still the same reason I came from nothin’, turned it into somethin’ Every scar on my soul got a story I’m runnin’ Rags to riches, I’m livin’ the script But I remember the days when the top was just a myth Yeah, I made it, but I ain’t forget the cost Hustle life forever, from nothin to the boss [Verse 2] They said I wouldn’t make it past the bridge Spent nights on the street, empty stomach empty fridge Now I’m sittin’ with the suits, talkin’ mergers and flips But I still check the rearview for the kid that was pissed I ain’t forget the nights we was imaginin eatin Now I’m eatin’ with the mayor, fly to Paris every weekend Keep money in my conscious, my scars in my conscience I’m the map for the come-up, call it archeology Still give back to the block that raised me wrong But raised me strong, gave me the fire to stay gone From the stoop to the stage, from the cage to the page Every bar that I write is a light in my stage [Chorus] From the bottom to the top, never stopped believin’ From the trap to the jet, still the same reason I came from nothin’, turned it into somethin’ Every scar on my soul got a story I’m runnin’ Rags to riches, I’m livin’ the script But I remember the days when the top was just a myth Yeah, I made it, but I ain’t forget the cost Hustle life forever, from nothin to the boss [Bridge – slower, reflective] They ask me how I did it, I just say “I stayed alive” Lost too many brothers just to let the dream die Every time I close my eyes, I see the projects lights Still hear the sirens in the night But I turned the struggle to a mic And the pain to a price Now I’m paid to speak my life [Verse 3 – final push] So when they talk about the king, put respect on my name I came from the gutter, turned dirt into flame No handouts, no co-signs, just grind and pain Now the skyline got my name in the frame I’m the kid that made it out the maze Still carry the weight of the hardest days But I carry it with grace And I still show love to the place That gave me the taste of the struggle, the hustle, the chase [Outro – fading out] Yeah… From Marcy to the penthouse Same hunger, different view Rags to riches… I made it, kid We made it.

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