Street to Throne (wersja 2)

Verse

Corner store receipts folded in my pocket like a map to nowhere

Momma's name scribbled on the edge where I forgot it was there

Fourteen summers sleeping on a couch with one chair

Counting change like it's money instead of time

I ain't got a vision, just a hunger that won't quit

Every block got a weight on my shoulders, every light's a debt to pay

I sold my first chain for forty dollars on the street

Kept the receipt and I still know exactly where I ate

Chorus

From the bottom of the block to the top of the throne

Same hunger that fed me now feeds everybody back home

I ain't chasing this just for glory, it's a debt to be done

Every name on my list was somebody else's sun

Verse

Now I own the building where I used to pray on the steps

Same store, different numbers, still got receipts from the debt

Same hunger but now it's a bank account instead of a dream

Counting blessings like cash, never stopping at thirty-six

I don't need nobody's validation to know what I'm doing

Every door that slammed in my face is a door I rebuilt with glue and glue-ing

Momma still live in the same apartment we left all those years ago

Said she ain't leaving till she see me standing where I stand now, holding my throne

Chorus

From the bottom of the block to the top of the throne

Same hunger that fed me now feeds everybody back home

I ain't chasing this just for glory, it's a debt to be done

Every name on my list was somebody else's sun

Bridge

It ain't selfish when you built it off your own back

Ain't greed if you're giving more than you're taking back

The ones who doubted said I'd never make it past the gate

Now they knocking, asking for a favor, not an invitation

I keep my receipts still, just in case

Proof that every struggle got a reason and a name

Chorus

From the bottom of the block to the top of the throne

Same hunger that fed me now feeds everybody back home

I ain't chasing this just for glory, it's a debt to be done

Every name on my list was somebody else's sun