Mic Drop Saga
Yeah (uh-huh)
I trace the concrete with my worn-out soles
Counting up the stories that this block holds We built the foundation
out of pure grit
Never looking back, not even a little bit (no way)
Now the ink is drying on the new page Step into the
light, ready for the main stage
This is the rise,
this is the climb (yeah)
Every single second, we are running out of time
We built it up,
we take the crown
No force on earth is gonna drag us back down
Heavy is the crown but we wear it just fine Drawing up
the map, crossing every red line From the basement tapes to the
high-rise view
Keeping it authentic, keeping it true (that's right)
No handouts given, every dollar was earned
Watching every bridge that we ever had burned
This is the rise,
this is the climb (yeah)
Every single second, we are running out of time
We built it up,
we take the crown
No force on earth is gonna drag us back down
Just the Rhodes and the dust (yeah)
Built it from nothing (uh-huh)