[Intro]
3:17 AM, laundromat light, mama's chipped dish clacks in the sink
Concrete hymn, chuck full of dreams, I count minutes while my eyelids blink
From the corner at 47th and Pine, to the bunk where I learned to think—
Quiet grind, private vows: we ghost the noise and plot the win
[Verse 1]
Cold sidewalk sermons, pockets folded like old prayers
Ramen steam mornings, shoes scuffed from stairwells and dares
Lost nights—sirens, streetlamps, secondhand coats on frozen chairs
Setbacks be the teachers, scarred knees rise like upward flares
I learned to barter patience for practice, traded sleep for strategy
City clock ticks 4 AM — hustle's arithmetic and anatomy
Mama's chipped plate, nicked faith, still she fed faith like bread
I spent my youth on layaway, put hope on ice, thawed it with my head
Doubters penned my name in margins, called it end without commas
I turned 'can't' into chapters, wrote chapters into commas
Pocket lint prophets said I fold; I folded maps and found the route
From subway screech to skyline reach — whispers to a thunderous shout
[Pre-Chorus]
We moved in silence, sharpened teeth on quiet nights
We kept our ledger, inked with hunger, mapped the heights
Breath low, eyes high — countdown, then ignition
We carry each other's weight, we share the vision
[Chorus]
Bad bitches risin', we rise up (we rise up)
Bad bitches risin', we rise up (we rise up)
From the block to the bracket, we claim what's ours
We rise up — repeat it loud like battle scars
[Verse 2]
Now I'm flipping pennies into passports, stamps on my patience
From porchlight hustle to boardroom mullet, different stations
I capitalized on heartache, compound interest on pain
Turned late-shift cold into gold, learned to dance in the rain
My rhymes bankroll lessons — tuition paid by nights awake
I taught my scars to write checks, taught fear how to break
Multisyllable muscle—metaphors bench-press the ceiling
I spit receipts: sleepless nights, published days, new feelings
Punchline: I ran from the furnace with embers as my ledger
Now I sign contracts with smoke still on my sweater
Loyal like winter's shadow — won’t fold when it gets cold
Moved slow like chess in a sprint — tactical, bold
This ain't luck, it's calculus: blood, sweat, ledger lines
We converted every ‘no’ into steps on headline climbs
[Pre-Chorus]
We kept the code, silence and grind stitched in our jeans
We whispered goals into pillows while the world dreamed mean
Heartbeat metronome, cautious but loud in the chest
We hungry, we steady, we destined for the crest
[Chorus]
Bad bitches risin', we rise up (we rise up)
Bad bitches risin', we rise up (we rise up)
From the corner to contracts, we claim what's ours
We rise up — chant it proud like battle scars
[Bridge / Breakdown]
Beat drops, chest pops — one breath, one vow
Count the losses as lessons, count the wins as now
From bunk beds to bay windows, from chipped plates to cheers
We braided pain into power, braided doubt into gears
Say the mantra: we rise up —
