Fifty on the car, now he feelin' like a hit

Mama on the phone like, “Jimmy, what’s a grip?”

He said, “I’m just tryna make it, I’m tired of bein’ lit-less,

Tired of eatin’ noodles, tired of dreams I can’t sit with.”

Growin’ up broke, every room had a heavy sound,

Bills on the table, silence when the lights went down,

He seen his uncle duckin’ raindrops, workin’ double shifts,

Still they closed the door on him like he ain’t come equipped.

So Jimmy moved with caution, learned the city had a code,

Every corner got a lesson, every alley got a ghost,

Modern gangster mind, but he ain't really want the smoke,

He just wanted money fast, in a world that moved broke.

Late nights, small dreams, big hunger in his chest,

Friends turned to strangers when the rent came due next,

He watched the strong get softer and the weak play the wolf,

Everybody talkin’ pressure, but few know what it’ll do.

One hand on the grind, one eye on the rearview,

Tryna stack a little bread so his little brother eat too,

Mama said, “Be careful,” he said, “Ma, I hear you,

I’m just tryna build a way out, make a way through.”

No one seen the tears when he walked through the rain,

No one seen the nights he was battling his brain,

Tryna be a man young, but the world don’t wait,

So he learned to keep it solid, never fold, never change.

He ain’t want the trench life, he just wanted respect,

Wanted his name in the room without a chain on his neck,

Wanted peace, wanted bread, wanted less of the stress,

But the hood teach you early: survival look like chess.

So he moved with the hunger, but he studied every trap,

In a world full of fast cash and a faster relapse,

He saw the shooters get older, saw the dreamers get trapped,

And decided if he made it, he’d be more than just that.

Now he chasing better days, still got scars on his heart,

Still remember them cold nights, how it tore him apart,

But the struggle built the mind and the pain built the spark,

Jimmy grew up in the dark, now he aiming for the stars.