A legacy on the grind, yeah, I hustle hard,
Living for the moment, rising stars in the backyard.
Dreams painted on the street, hustle in my veins,
Every rhyme I spit, I’m breaking through the chains.
Late nights, bright lights, city’s heartbeat thumps,
Chasing after paper, dodging all the bumps.
Each block’s a story, got my back against the wall,
I’m climbing out this struggle, can’t afford to fall.
Rhymes echo in the alleys, where the legends were born,
Grinding through the pain, a new day’s dawned.
From the corner to the booth, I’m spitting life’s truths,
Leaving footprints on this road, ain’t no need for proof.
Came from a place where the dreams often die,
But I’m stitching up my scars, aiming for the sky.
Every setback’s a lesson, I’m writing my fate,
In the city’s rhythm, I’m never gonna wait.
Heart of a lion, I’m roaring in the night,
Hustle’s in my blood, I’m ready for the fight.
With each line crafted, I’m changing the tale,
A legacy in motion, watch me as I sail.
So here’s to the nights, to the grind and the pain,
To the streets that raised me, to the struggle and gain.
My name’s etched in the pavement, my spirit won’t bend,
In this journey of life, the hustle won’t end.
A legacy on the grind, carved in every beat,
In the rhythm of the streets, I rise and never cheat.
With every rhyme I speak, I seal my own fate,
Building something timeless, it’s never too late.
As I reach for the stars, I can stand tall and proud,
A legacy on the grind, forever I’ll be loud.
No matter where it leads, through the dark and the shine,
The story’s getting written, I’m gonna claim what’s mine.
Hip Hop
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