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[Intro] Yeah, bring it back to the block Dust on the keys, pressure in the pocket [Verse 1] I came with a notebook bent at the corner Train-line rhythm, every bar getting warmer No rented crown, I earned mine in the weather Stitched every setback into one clean letter Piano in the window, bass under the floor I learned what a promise and a paycheck cost for Now I move precise, never loud with the plan Let the work speak first, then the room understands Hands on the wheel, eyes fixed on the route Turned a closed door into something to scout Every small win got a name and a date I was building from the curb, now I’m raising the stakes [Hook] Keep it tight, keep it moving, let the whole room nod Built from the dust, now we answer to God No shortcuts, no favors, just a heart full of proof When the pressure comes around, we put the truth in the booth [Verse 2] I know the sound of a city before sunrise Delivery trucks, old radios, tired eyes That’s where the rhythm got stitched in my chest Make a little from a little, make the little the best Never needed smoke when the facts stay clear I can hear opportunity getting closer each year Put my people on the page, put the doubt in the past Made a lane out of patience, made the patience last If the floor starts shaking, let it shake with intent Every dollar, every hour, every word well spent I don’t chase applause, I collect what I’m owed Then I pass that spark along the same road [Hook] Keep it tight, keep it moving, let the whole room nod Built from the dust, now we answer to God No shortcuts, no favors, just a heart full of proof When the pressure comes around, we put the truth in the booth [Bridge] Count four, breathe deep, let the kick land Old soul in the sample, new fire in the hand If they ask where we’re going, tell them straight from the start We’re taking every hard lesson and converting it to art [Verse 3] Now the room gets quiet when the first line drops Every syllable measured, every weak link cropped I’m not here for a moment, I’m here for the record Turn a rough draft life into something respected Still keep the same shoes by the side of the bed Still hear my first doubters in the things that I said But the fear got smaller when the vision got wide And the beat keeps knocking like it knows I survived So raise one for the ones who refused to fold For the hands that were empty but the mind stayed gold This is more than a track, it’s a mark, it’s a route Put the truth in the pocket, let the whole world find out [Hook] Keep it tight, keep it moving, let the whole room nod Built from the dust, now we answer to God No shortcuts, no favors, just a heart full of proof When the pressure comes around, we put the truth in the booth [Outro] Keep it tight Keep it moving Dust on the keys Truth in the booth
