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Ghetto Escape: Stoop to Stars (Trap Anthem) 2 by Lax

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Ghetto Escape: Stoop to Stars (Trap Anthem) 2

Hip-Hop Trap,Any Vocals

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Lyrics
Description
[Spoken Intro]
Real talk, block don't sleep — we grind under the streetlight (streetlight)
Ad-lib: Yeah—streetlight, streetlight (streetlight)
[Verse 1]
On the corner stoop, Mrs. Diaz steamin' tamales in a loop (loop)
I count my change, count my rage, watch the block spin in a loop (loop)
Paycheck come late, electricity off another long night (night)
Mama foldin' shirts by the moon, prayin' for a better night (night)
Two jobs, one bed, laundromat steam and folded racks (racks)
I flip old sneakers, flip old scripts, stack small paper racks (racks)
Homework at the library, scholarship apps map the town (town)
We learn routes, late bus routes, blueprint out of this town (town)
[Pre-Chorus]
I memorize the steps, got the ledger for the rise (rise)
No more lookin' down, we count dreams, calculate the rise (rise)
[Chorus]
Stoop to stars, we rise, we rise (rise)
Stoop to stars, we rise, we rise (rise)
From cracked sidewalks to flights, we rise, we rise (rise)
From cracked sidewalks to lights, we rise, we rise (rise)
[Verse 2]
Corner stoop conversations—old man Reyes with a nod and a cough (cough)
He said, "Boy, hustle smart, get your mind sharp, don’t get boxed off" (off)
Pay the bus fare with two dimes, skip the corner liquor shop (shop)
Night shift at the diner, tips in a cup, hustle never stop (stop)
Cousin gone to the streets—took a wrong turn, funeral in the lot (lot)
We buried dreams in plastic bags but learned lessons from what we lost (lost)
Studio nights, cracked mic, mixtape dreams on borrowed time (time)
I write rhymes for open mics, strategy mapped to every line (line)
[Pre-Chorus]
We trade sorrow for strategy, hustle turned to enterprise (prise)
I sign pages, send essays, invest nights into the prize (prise)
[Chorus]
Stoop to stars, we rise, we rise (rise)
Stoop to stars, we rise, we rise (rise)
From corner cold to gold lights, we rise, we rise (rise)
From corner cold to whole life, we rise, we rise (rise)
[Bridge — Spoken / Ad-libs]
Listen: ledger, letters, late-night letters — I file for tomorrow, not for sorrow (tomorrow)
Ad-lib: Ah—count up, stack up, back up—this is for my block, for my block (block)
[Verse 3]
First check clear, pay the rent, lights on in the small flat (flat)
Diploma framed, mama cry, we framed pain and turned it to a map (map)
Lease signed, bus pass folded into a passport for flight (flight)
Booked a coach seat to a meeting where the future felt right (right)
Investments and a savings jar, first seed for a small biz stack (stack)
Community cookouts, back to the stoop, we bring back what we get back (back)
Now little kids wave when I pull up, mentor with a steady hand (hand)
We teach steps, bus routes, scholarship moves — pass the plan (plan)
[Chorus — Final]
Stoop to stars, we rise, we rise (rise)
Stoop to stars, we rise, we rise (rise)
From the ghetto grind to prime time, we rise, we rise (rise)
From the ghetto night to daylight, we rise, we rise (rise)
[Outro — Tag]
Rise up—stoop to stars, rise up (rise)
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