Street Boy

Raised by the concrete.
Trained by the dark.
Built from the bottom.
Street boy.
Drop the beat.
From the bottom of the, bottom of the, bottom of the, bottom of
the, bottom of the, bottom of the, bottom of the, bottom.
From the bottom of the block to the top of the game, never did it for the clout, never did it for the fame.
Sub-bass hitting like a heavy street fight, navigating through the shadows, shining in the night.
Cold asphalt lessons running through the brain, turned every single loss into power and gain.
Respect earned hard, never given for free.
Look into my eyes, tell me what you see.