История Успеха (Олдскул Рэп 90-х)

I started out with empty pockets on the avenue Where dreams get shattered and the skies are rarely blue We used to post up by the bodega, counting dimes Trying to elevate the mind through the hardest times I saw my homies risk it all for a gold chain A temporary fix to mask a permanent pain But I was writing in my notebook, plotting the rise Seeing the jealousy reflect in my enemy's eyes Now the tailored suits replace the oversized gear But the hunger in my stomach is the reason I’m here. From the concrete cracks to the penthouse suite We keep the rhythm of the rugged street They try to hold us down, but we bound to win It's the golden era state of mind we living in. Yeah, from the concrete cracks to the penthouse suite. I sip the finest cognac, reminiscing the struggle Every move I make is a piece of the puzzle The feds watching, the block hot, but I stay cool I learned the rules of the game outside of the school My flow is currency, every bar is a stack And once you reach this level, ain't no turning back They want my crown, but it’s permanently attached My lyrical caliber cannot be matched. From the concrete cracks to the penthouse suite We keep the rhythm of the rugged street They try to hold us down, but we bound to win It's the golden era state of mind we living in.