[Verse 1] CB had a coat and a bus fare home, One cracked phone, one mattress on the floor. Ma counted rent with the bills in a jar, He learned quick how a short week feels long. He ran small errands by the corner store, Kept his head down, still wanted more. Every closed door made the next plan sharp, Till a late-night deal put a date on his start. [Pre-Chorus] The sirens came, the cold cuffs clicked, One bad turn and the whole thing split. He watched that gate close, jaw set tight, Made a promise to himself in the quiet. [Chorus] CB came up from the dirt, no handout, Took every hard day, made a way out. Steel door shut, then it opened again, Now he signs his name where the big checks land. CB, still grit in his voice, Built from the bottom, made his own choice. From a cell to a suite, from the block to the board, He made that money, then he made some more. [Verse 2] Gray walls, count time, letters folded neat, He read every page till he knew what he’d need. No grand speeches, just a plan in his head, Learned patience from the long nights in bed. When the gate swung wide, he stepped out slow, Same old town, but a different road. Clean shirt, bus pass, interview at nine, He carried that record and still drew a line. [Pre-Chorus] They saw the file, he held their gaze, Said, “Judge me by the work I make.” One yes turned into a desk and a chance, He showed up early, learned every advance. [Chorus] CB came up from the dirt, no handout, Took every hard day, made a way out. Steel door shut, then it opened again, Now he signs his name where the big checks land. CB, still grit in his voice, Built from the bottom, made his own choice. From a cell to a suite, from the block to the board, He made that money, then he made some more. [Bridge] First deposit, he paid Ma’s rent, Bought back the years that the hard time spent. Then came the title, the team, the calls, He kept his word when he climbed those walls. No borrowed crown, no borrowed name, He changed the rules and he changed his lane. [Final Chorus] CB came up from the dirt, no handout, Took every hard day, made a way out. Steel door shut, then it opened again, Now he signs his name where the big checks land. CB, still grit in his voice, Built from the bottom, made his own choice. From a cell to a suite, from the block to the board, He made that money, then he made some more. [Outro] CB, from the floor to the floor upstairs, Same old drive, new weight to bear.
