Gravel Mic Hustle

Yeah

Uh-huh

We back in the basement Check the clock

Cold concrete where the shadows don't play We write the manual on

how to survive the grey

No handouts, just a pen and a pad Turning every single loss

into the best that we had Scraping by,

but the vision is gold

A hundred stories that have never been told

(tell 'em)

This is the grind we know Heavy footsteps on the pavement below

We build it high from the dirt on the floor Knocking down

the wall when they close up the door (yeah)

Dust off the notebook,

pages are torn Another champion from the concrete is born

We don't bend to the weight of the crown Keep our feet

on the floor while they're spinning around Just a mic and a

dream in a room

Waiting for the winter roses to bloom (uh-huh)

This is the grind we know Heavy footsteps on the pavement below

We build it high from the dirt on the floor Knocking down

the wall when they close up the door (we knocking it down)

Yeah

Keep the tape running

Just a kid from the pavement (shhhhh)