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Built From The Ground Up
by i.G.C.
Genre: Rap / Hip-Hop Type: audio/mpeg
Lyrics
We came up, yeah we came up No dope, no steel, just faith and love From the bottom where they said we stuck Now we building generational love No selling now, we don't fake that tough We just ground pray and stay standing up Throw my day once when I rise, you rise We built this whole thing from the ground
I remember them nights with the fridge on low Ramen in a pot, that was dinner in a show Homies in the hallway, plotting on the licks Saying one good hit, we could all get rich I ain't judging my was broke like that But I seen too many, never make it back Uncle's in cups, cousins in graves I ain't tryna be the next name, they ain't grave So I clocked in, when they laughed at me Bro, you flipping burgers, yeah that's my salary But I sleep good and my momma pray I'd rather count checks than
While they chase quick highs, I chase long clans To God, if I make it, I'ma use these hands We came up, yeah, we came up No dope, no steel, just faith and love From the bottom where they said we stuck Now we building generational love No selling out, we don't fake that tough We just grind, pray, and stay standing up So my day one's when I rise
Now the checks hit different but the coast they same I don't flex crime just to boost my name No fake trap stories I never lived We had enough real tears in the life we did Invested my first big bag in a crib Gave mama the keys like this yours, not a lease Set up a fund for my future kid So they don't gotta hustle just to eat like we did Put my boys on payroll, not on the block Gave my sister her own little salon on the spot Told my cousin take that studio shot
He engineer now, man, look what we got They say play the villain, that's how streams go up But I'd rather sell truth, not poison in a cup If I got a loose soul, just to win this race You can keep that crown, I'll keep my face
It's for the kid with the hand-me-down shoes Stomach talking loud in the back of the room Everybody say you gotta choose that route But you feel in your gut there's a different way out You can stack the grease, you can stack good skills You can stack small wins till you pay big bills Open up a shop, start a brand, learn to trade every honest hustle
I'm setting up trust, not just new chains Teach my little ones how to use their name Show them how to love, how to say no thanks When the world try to sell them shortcuts to the bank Yeah, we toastin' now, but we came through hell with a clean rap sheet And a story to tell, no knock to the ones that had to fight from dirt If you still breathing, you can flip that hurt I'm proof you can win with your hands real clean No scam, no scheme, just a God-backed dream So when I say we up, that's the whole thing
Those curses build new names Turn old pain into new last names They sold us fast life like the only pack But we found purpose in the aftermath Now we pour in every young mind Be a good man first and let the money shine
We just ground prayin', stay standin' up Throw my day ones when I rise, you'll rise And we built this whole thing from the ground up From the ground, ground, ground, ground, from the ground From the ground, ground, ground, ground, from the ground From the ground, from the mud to the sky Now just rich for a moment
We rich when we die, cause our people still own it