From the Block to the Top

[Verse] Concrete jungle, I was raised in the rumble, Hustle on my mind, pockets empty, stomach grumble. Corner store dreams, turn to stacks in the duffle, Every scar on my knuckles tells a story of the struggle. Broke days, now the chain heavy, neck sore, Used to pray for more, now the floor marble decor. Backseat of the hoopty, now it’s chauffeur at the door, Life flipped quicker than the work I used to pour. [Chorus] From the block to the top, we ain't never gonna stop, Had the streets in my veins, now the champagne pop. Every scar, every loss, built the man you see, I got money, I got women, now I’m living free. [Verse 2] Came up with a squad, loyalty deep as oceans, Moved like chess pieces, calculated motions. Flipped a brick to a business, hustle turned golden, Now the ice on my wrist got the summer frozen. Used to dream of days where the pain would fade, Now the whips outside match the color of the shades. Penthouse views, watch the world cascade, Told the hood I’d make it, and I kept that trade. [Chorus] From the block to the top, we ain't never gonna stop, Had the streets in my veins, now the champagne pop. Every scar, every loss, built the man you see, I got money, I got women, now I’m living free.