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...
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