Yo, I’m a hard-working kid, straight outta Chi-town, Concrete jungle, where dreams just twist and wind down, With every sunrise, I lace my kicks with ambition, Got that hustle in my heart, no need for permission.

Grinding in the shadow, while they lurk in the light, They wanna test me, but I’m ready for the fight. Haters throwing shade, but I soak it like a towel, My resilience shines loud, they just soft as a vowel.

From the lower Westide , I’m a beacon, I’m a raging fire, They can’t dim this spark, they only fueling my name. Chicago made me tough, in the storm, I invest, Tryna throw me off my course? Nah,...