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Verse 1
Yo, in the heart of the concrete where dreams collide,
I was born in a struggle, learned to thrive and survive,
From the south, but my hustle got that east coast flair,
Faded jeans and old kicks, but I’m still rare,
Lurking in the shadows, they doubt what I’m about,
Impossible they said, but I’m breaking every route,
Like a plain yellow pumpkin turned golden carriage,
From the block to the penthouse, I’m living like a marriage,
Between ambition and hunger, yeah, that’s my reflection,
Navigating through these streets, I’m the intersection,
Dodging all the envy like I’m Neo in the matrix,
Climbing to the top while they stay in the basics,
Plotting my ascent, got the crown in my sights,
With my heart on my sleeve, I’m igniting the nights,

Chorus
It's impossible, they said, but I’m breaking that mold,
A plain country bumpkin with a story to be told,
Got a slipper made of dreams, fitting snug on my goals,
I’m the prince in this game, while the world unfolds,

Verse 2
Rolling through the city, feeling like a king,
With every bar I spit, man, I’m claiming my bling,
From the dirt roads to the bright city lights,
I flipped the script, now my future’s looking bright,
Yeah, they see me grind, they see me elevate,
But they don’t see the late nights or the fears I contemplate,
Used to dream in silence, now I’m loud with my truth,
The proof’s in the hustle, and I’m out here uncouth,
Street symphony, composing every note with finesse,
From the struggles in the gutter to the lavishness I possess,
Impossible for a bumpkin? Nah, I’m redefining the game,
With a vision in my heart, I’m igniting the flame,
So every doubter can witness the rise from the ground,
I’m the fairy tale hero, no need for a crown,

Chorus
It's impossible, they said, but I’m breaking that mold,
A plain country bumpkin with a story to be told,
Got a slipper made of dreams, fitting snug on my goals,
I’m the prince in this game, while the world unfolds,

Outro
So here’s to the dreamers, the ones who don’t fit,
The pumpkins turning carriages, yeah, we’re lit,
From the streets to the stage, we’re claiming our space,
In this world of impossible, we’re winning the race,
They thought it was impossible, but we’re rewriting fate,
A plain country bumpkin? Nah, I’m ready to elevate.
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