[INTRO] (Rain) (Ambient estate noise) (Deep sliding 808) Yeah... This ain't for the rich kids. This ain't champagne rap. This for council estates. Late rent notices. Cold flats. Real life. [HOOK] Came from the hood where the lights stay dim, Mum stayed strong when the odds got grim. Dreams got big but the pockets got thin, Tryna find a way, don't know where to begin. Came from the hood where the pressure don't quit, Everybody got scars that they're hiding a bit. Still got hope though the world says quit, Sad drill vibe while I ride through it. [VERSE 1] Rain on the bus stop, trainers all soaked, Some days laughing, next day feeling broke. Electric on emergency, Meter screaming red, Mum said we'll be alright, But I saw the stress instead. Walking past shops, Couldn't buy what we see, Everybody online living luxury. Same grey buildings, Same old stairwell, Same old stories everybody knows well. My mate got a degree, Still stuck on low pay. Another mate grinding every single day. People talk money like it's easy to find, Different game when survival's on your mind. [HOOK] Came from the hood where the lights stay dim, Mum stayed strong when the odds got grim. Dreams got big but the pockets got thin, Tryna find a way, don't know where to begin. Came from the hood where the pressure don't quit, Everybody got scars that they're hiding a bit. Still got hope though the world says quit, Sad drill vibe while I ride through it. [VERSE 2] Landlord calling. Bills on the side. Trying not to panic while you're swallowing pride. Everybody says hustle. Everybody says grind. But nobody talks about protecting your mind. Seen hard workers barely make enough. Seen good people living life rough. Night shift. Day shift. Back to back. Still trying to put a little food in the stack. Little brother asking why the fridge look bare. Hard to explain when life don't feel fair. But we keep moving. That's what we know. Planting little seeds hoping someday they grow. [POLISH POCKET] Yo, wluczykij20, wielki szacun z całej sceny, Twoje tracki dają siłę, gdy przychodzą ciężkie dni. Masz ten styl i autentyczność, której nie da się kupić, Gdy muzyka płynie z serca, ludzie chcą jej słuchać i czuć. Szacunek. Pasja. Muzyka. [VERSE 3] Prosperity ain't always diamonds and chains, Sometimes it's healing from years of pain. Sometimes it's sleeping without that stress. Sometimes it's finally feeling blessed. Sometimes it's seeing your people do well. Escaping the cycle they know too well. Still in the hood but the mindset grew. Building something better for the younger youth. Maybe we ain't rich yet. Maybe not today. But every small step is still finding a way. [FINAL HOOK] Came from the hood where the lights stay dim, Mum stayed strong when the odds got grim. Dreams got big but the pockets got thin, Tryna find a way, don't know where to begin. Came from the hood where the pressure don't quit, Everybody got scars that they're hiding a bit. Still got hope though the world says quit, Sad drill vibe while I ride through it. [OUTRO] Rain still falls. Bills still come. But we're still here. That's enough for today. (Sliding 808 fades)
