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Lyrics

[Intro - dark piano loop, ominous 808 rumble, cold ad-libs, low and menacing tone]
Yeah, yeah
Huh, huh
We come from the dirt, now the gold on the wrist
Whole block silent when the coupe come drift
I was in the field, no lights, no myth
Now the chain talk back when I move like this

[Verse 1 - hard-hitting trap drums, sliding 808s, sharp hi-hats, confident melodic rap]
I ain't never needed love, I needed a plan
Had to turn pain to a check in my hand
Mama said pray, but the streets made a man
Learned how to run it up, still stick to the code, understand?
They was sleep when I was out in the cold
Now they wanna ask me how I got that glow
I was breaking down packs, tryna make it back home
Now I'm breaking down beats in a penthouse alone

I remember them nights, no sleep, no peace
Sirens in the back but the hustle don't cease
Everybody talk tough till the pressure get deep
I'ma keep it too real, I don't know how to be weak
Coupe too fast, make the whole block stare
If I say that it's mine, then it already there
Got the weight on my back but I move like I don't care
'Cause I came from the mud and I made it up there

[Chorus - anthemic trap hook, stacked harmonies, heavy bass, catchy melodic cadence]
I came from the bottom, now I'm higher than ever
Told 'em I was built for this, I ain't fold under pressure
We was in the trenches, now we hop out the leather
Same ones counted me out, now they watch from the side
I don't chase no love, I just chase that cheddar
Same scars on my soul, but I'm getting better
If the night get cold, I still move like a veteran
I been through it all, now I'm living forever

[Verse 2 - darker drill bounce, aggressive hi-hats, eerie synths, tight rhythmic delivery]
Ain't no handouts, we was hungry for real
Had to learn who was fake when the money got real
When the lights hit the chain, they can see what I built
But they don't know 'bout the tears or the nights I was ill
Now the phone go ring, everybody got needs
Funny how they love you when you up with the cheese
I stay in my lane, I don't talk, I just breathe
Let the work do the talk, let the truth do the lead

I was down in the trench where the hope run thin
Still I kept that fire when the cold kicked in
If you know where I'm from, then you know how it is
Every win feel big when you came from the pit
Now it's foreigns outside and the bass too loud
Got a whole lotta pain but I wear it like style
I don't need no applause from a fake-ass crowd
I just want my respect when they say my name out

[Outro - stripped-back piano, distant 808 echoes, reflective and fading]
Yeah, yeah
From the mud to the light
We survived, we alive
Still on go, still on time
Huh, huh