Woke up this morning, sun on my face, Another blank page, another rhythm to chase. No silver spoon, no trust fund to lean on, Just a pen and a pad, chasing this musical dream. From the concrete jungle where the wild things grow, Watchin' everybody hustle, watchin' the money flow. But my hustle is different, ain't moving  weight, Just moving these words, designing my fate. Every beat a brick, every rhyme a stone, Building a kingdom, with this microphone. They said "You can't do it",  they laughed in my face, But I'm drawing the blueprints, pickin' up the pace. [Hook] I'm writing out my plans, I'm on a mission, Jumping out of planes, without a parachute. I got the skills to survive, see the look in my eyes, I'm coming out alive, I'm on a mission.