[Intro] Yeah... Young on the mic Street knowledge, no college This one's real, you feel me? [Verse 1] I learned the game from the pavement, no textbook could teach it Mickey 4 showed me the ropes, now I'm the one who's preachin' Used to call him every hour, now he's blowin' up my line Funny how the tables turn when you master your design He's chasin' plaques and platinum dreams, livin' that rap life I'm in the cut with a notepad, sharpenin' my knife No spite, just different paths, respect where credit's due But I don't need the circus, homie, I just need the truth Punchline: I'm buildin' pyramids while they stackin' building blocks They measure success in dollars, I measure it in thoughts No record label puppet strings controllin' how I move I write my bars in silence, got nothin' left to prove [Chorus - Female Vocal/Choir] Street knowledge, can't buy it, can't fake it Real recognize real, that's sacred No stage lights, no fame, just the music in my veins Street knowledge, this is how we make it [Verse 2] They ask me 'bout my goals, I tell 'em "peace of mind" While they chase the Forbes list, I'm chasin' what's divine No Grammy on my mantle, no sold-out show to brag Just me, a beat, and honesty stuffed inside a bag Mickey taught me how to spit, but I learned when to be quiet Now he's checkin' if I'm good like I'm his son, I find it ironic I used to do the same, now karma's got a sense of humor He's out here with the industry, I'm underground like tumors Punchline: They want the spotlight, I want the shadows where it's real They sign their souls in contracts, I'd rather starve than kneel This ain't a career move, this is therapy in motion No features, no co-signs, just unfiltered emotion [Chorus - Female Vocal/Choir] Street knowledge, can't buy it, can't fake it Real recognize real, that's sacred No stage lights, no fame, just the music in my veins Street knowledge, this is how we make it [Verse 3] Let me make it crystal clear so there ain't no confusion I don't want your validation, that's just an illusion No award show speeches, no red carpet appearances This is for the kid in the mirror, that's the only interference I do this for the love, not the check or the clout While they're screamin' for attention, I'm comfortable without No collaboration needed, I'm a one-man army They throw parties for the fame, I throw words 'cause they're gnarly Punchline: Mickey 4, you the OG, but you switched up the mission You went commercial with the vision, I stayed true to the diction No hard feelings, just observations from the young You taught me how to rap, I taught myself when to be done [Bridge] They don't understand this path I chose No cameras, no flexin', no designer clothes Just raw bars and a beat that knocks Street knowledge over industry props [Chorus - Female Vocal/Choir] Street knowledge, can't buy it, can't fake it Real recognize real, that's sacred No stage lights, no fame, just the music in my veins Street knowledge, this is how we make it [Outro] Yeah, Young signin' off No album release party, just truth Mickey, respect forever, but I walk my own road Street knowledge... that's all I need Peace