[Verse 1]
Feet hit cracked pavement, rent due, sunrise in my eyes
Late-night diner coffee, paper cups and tired ties
Promoter said ‘‘next week’’ — that next week never came
Signed a napkin with a promise, scrawled my name in the rain
City lights flicker, heart hits quicker, pockets thinner but my picture's bigger
Bus stop cyphers, freestyles in the gutter turned to vigors
Mic hugged like a lifeline, headphones bleedin' midnight hymns
Demo tapes, busted keys, one-room studio, two broken mics and rims
I watched a showcase flop, crowd small, one hand clappin'
Learned the hook, sold the hook, learned to move while they nappin'
Cold calls, warm smiles, my patience paid in inches
Kept the ledger of losses, counted lessons, switched my clinches
Skies copper at dawn, rooftop views, new blueprint on the dash
Torn posters on my walls, now I map routes to cash
Ad-libs: (yeah) (uh) — cadence clipped, cadence clean
This is chapter one — the hustle's hungry, heart's a machine
[Pre-Chorus]
Hustle in my veins, fire in my soul
Every single step, I'm taking full control
No time for doubts, no fear to confine
Big boy dreams, yeah, they're all mine (yeah)
[Chorus]
We’re chasing big boy dreams
Running wild
Through electric streams
We’re alive
No looking back
No rewind
Big boy dreams
They’re one of a kind
[Verse 2]
16 bars, clock ticks, I spit quick like a locksmith
Packed shows, then empty rooms, learned to plant instead of wish
Producer taps the kit, sample loop, hi-hat ticking like a check
Signed a paper on a napkin once—now there’s ink on a contract, respect
Late flight, layover in a city that tried to sleep on me
Sleepless in a green room — my reflection keeps a beat on me
From mixtapes in the backseat to managers in a suite
From borrowed beats to my own sound, bass heavy, snare neat
No more borrowing light, I build spotlights from a spark
Paid dues with cut-up nights, stitched up dreams from the dark
Ad-libs: (skrrt) (yeah) — pockets mend but hunger stays the same
Crowd grew from ten to a hundred — now they chant my name
I learned to flip a L into a lesson, loss into a ledger line
Now the skyline recognizes the shape of my grind
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Hustle in my veins, ledger turned to prayer
Doubts got bills to pay now, so I sharpen my stare
Progress isn't pretty, it's gritty, it's climb
But I pay rent with rhythm, make the moments mine
[Chorus]
We’re chasing big boy dreams
Running wild
Through electric streams
We’re alive
No looking back
No rewind
Big boy dreams
They’re one of a kind
[Bridge]
There was a night I packed up, suitcase full of old beats and songs
Phone dead, lights dim, I whispered to the dark where I belonged
Lost a friend in the winter — his last words were a lighter spark:
"Keep the heat, kid, even when the nights are darker than the dark."
Tasted failure like cheap wine, thought my time had passed me by
But Mom left a voicemail — ‘‘Boy, your name's too bright to hide.’’
That two-minute prayer flipped everything in my chest
I traded fear for a setlist, pain for pen, p
