[male
vocals] (
Aweh)
Yeah,
yeah,
we
rising
higher (
Sharp
sharp)
From
the
streets
to
the
stars,
feel
the
fire
Let’
s
go!
The
morning
sun
is
rising,
hitting
on
the
pavement
Got
a
vision
in
my
mind,
yeah,
I’
m
working
for
the
payment
From
the
busy
city
corners,
we
are
chasing
down
the
dream
Walking
steady
through
the
struggle,
moving
with
the
team
No
time
for
the
side
eye,
gotta
keep
my
vision
clear
Every
single
day,
we
erasing
all
the
fear
Chai,
the
road
is
long,
but
we
moving
with
the
beat
I’
m
the
king
of
my
own
story,
walking
on
this
street
We
are
the
hustlers,
yeah
we
find
our
own
way
From
the
sunrise
to
the
sunset,
we
kneal
down
and
pray
For
the
blessings,
for
the
grace,
we
winning
in
this
race
Yeah
we
steady,
yeah
we
rising,
gotta
find
our
place
No
silver
spoon,
we
make
our
own
gold
Stories
of
the
hustle,
keep
them
brave
and
bold (
Yebo,
we
shining
bright!)
Mama
had
her
worries,
Papa
said
I’
m
moving
slow
But
they
didn’
t
see
the
fire
in
the
places
I
would
go
The
street
is
like
a
teacher,
yeah
it
taught
me
how
to
fly
I’
m
looking
at
the
summit,
yeah
I’
m
looking
at
the
sky
Got
my
rhythm
in
my
pocket,
pure
energy
in
my
hand
Building
up
a
legacy
across
the
golden
land
Eish,
we
never
break,
we
just
bend
and
then
we
grow
Turning
all
the
static
into
music,
watch
the
flow
We
are
the
hustlers,
yeah
we
find
our
own
way
We
are
the
hustlers,
yeah
we
find
our
own
way
From
the
sunrise
to
the
sunset,
we
kneal
down
and
pray
For
the
blessings,
for
the
grace,
we
winning
in
this
race
Yeah
we
steady,
yeah
we
rising,
gotta
find
our
place
No
silver
spoon,
we
make
our
own
gold
Stories
of
the
hustle,
keep
them
brave
and
bold (
Sho,
keep
climbing!)
Can
you
feel
the
pulse? (
Can
you
feel
it?)
It’
s
beating
in
the
ground (
In
the
ground)
We
take
the
rhythm
of
the
city
And
we
turn
it
all
around
Higher,
higher,
see
the
victory
in
sight
Burning
like
the
sun,
yeah
we
glowing
in
the
light
So
keep
on
pushing
forward,
never
let
the
spirit
fade
Every
sacrifice
is
part
of
the
foundation
that
we
laid
It’
s
a
celebration
now,
gather
round
and
lift
your
glass
We
made
it
through
the
storm,
watching
all
the
shadows
pass
Solid
as
the
mountain,
flowing
like
the
river
deep
Promises
we
made,
those
are
promises
we
keep
We
are
the
hustlers,
yeah
we
find
our
own
way
From
the
sunrise
to
the
sunset,
we
kneal
down
and
pray
For
the
blessings,
for
the
grace,
we
winning
in
this
race
Yeah
we
steady,
yeah
we
rising,
gotta
find
our
place
No
silver
spoon,
we
make
our
own
gold
Stories
of
the
hustle,
keep
them
brave
and
bold
Yeah,
we
made
our
own
gold
Brave
and
bold,
yeah
we
never
fold
Asambe,
to
the
top,
see
you
there (
Sharp
sharp)
It’
s
a
new
day,
let’
s
fly.