

(yeah,
look) Young member in the cut,
gotta feed the team
Nothing given, turned a corner to a dream
Young member running fast,
tryin' to make a living
Cold hands on the wheel,
ain't nobody giving
Turned the pavement to a plate,
scrape it till it's clean Every dollar counted up for the family
regime
(for the team) Young member standing tall,
had to take the risk
Writing out my legacy right across the wrist
Came up from the basement,
winter on my breath
Chasing after paper like a matter of life and death
Early morning shifts, then the late-night grind Put my troubles in the
rear, leaving doubts behind Told my mama hold on,
change is coming soon
Cooking up these tracks underneath the crescent moon
Ten toes planted in the asphalt crack
Never looking backwards, ain't no turning back
(never turning back)
Young member running fast,
tryin' to make a living
Cold hands on the wheel,
ain't nobody giving
Turned the pavement to a plate,
scrape it till it's clean Every dollar counted up for the family
regime (counted up) Young member standing tall,
had to take the risk
Writing out my legacy right across the wrist
We was splitting dollar meals,
stretching out the bread Kept my focus laser-sharp
while they lost they head Now the phone is ringing off,
business on the line
Turning heavy pressure into diamonds in the mine
Used to fear the landlord knocking on the wood Now we buying
up the block,
doing what we should
Every brother with me stood against the rain
Now we count the blessings that we gathered from the pain
(from the pain)
They said a young member couldn't make it out Turned the whispers
into fuel,
silenced every doubt
Now watch the floor drop!
Young member running fast,
tryin' to make a living
Cold hands on the wheel,
ain't nobody giving
Turned the pavement to a plate,
scrape it till it's clean
Every dollar counted up for the family regime (for the regime!) Young
member standing tall, had to take the risk
Writing out my legacy right across the wrist (yeah)
Young member...
Made a way out of no way.
(yeah,
all the way)