Chase the Bag

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Nigga, common

Yo, I come from the streets, where the hustle is real
Raised by the concrete, my heart forged with steel
Every day was a struggle, tryna make a way
But through the pain and the tears, I learned to chase the bag, no delay

Grew up in the hood, where dreams often fade
But I had a vision, I refused to be played
No silver spoon, just a hunger in my eyes
Fueled by determination, I aimed for the skies

Momma worked two jobs, just to pay the rent
Daddy's in the slammer, didn't know where he went
But I stayed focused, kept my head in the game
Grinding all day, chasing fortune and fame

I remember late nights, on the block, pushing weight
Dodging police, praying I could beat fate
But the streets ain't loyal, lost a brother to the game
Shot down in cold blood, left me scared with pain

That was my wake-up call, my moment of truth
No longer blind to the cycle of violence and abuse
Decided to change my path, redirect my aim
Harness my talents, leave behind the street game

Spittin' rhymes, putting my soul on the beat
Telling my story, pouring my heart in each heat
Music became my therapy, my way to escape
From the struggles of the past, and the demons I'd face

Now I'm risin' to the top, got my name in lights
They said I'd never make it, but I silenced their spite
From the hood to the stages, I'm living my dream
Showin' others that hope is real, no matter how it seems

But I stay humble, I remember where I came from
My success didn't come easy, nothin' was handed just claimed
So I share my story, inspire the ones still in the struggle
Let them know they can rise, they can burst through the rubble

I chase the bag, not just for me, but for those left behind
The ones still trappin', still searching for a sign
I'm here to uplift