A song made by Chris ✨✨
A song made by Chris ✨✨
Yeah, yeah
Out here grinding, no cap
Woke up in the morning, same mission on repeat
These streets don't love nobody, gotta hustle for the feast
Pockets empty, stomach growling, rent due in a week
No silver spoon, no handouts, just the grind beneath my feet
Mama told me stay focused, never let 'em see you weak
I'm chasing paper, chasing dreams, climbing mountains steep
Skrrt, skrrt
Every corner got a story, every block a different test
But I'm built different, never fold under pressure or stress
I'm out here chasing bread, chasing bread
Street life, hustle hard till I'm fed
No sleep, no rest, till I get ahead
Chasing bread, chasing bread, yeah
I'm out here chasing bread, chasing bread
Every dollar, every dime, gotta spread
This life chose me, now I'm seeing red
Chasing bread, chasing bread, let's go
They don't know the struggle, they just see the shine
But behind every win, there's a hundred losses in the grind
Friends turned to enemies over dollar signs
But I keep it moving, tunnel vision on mine
Gang, gang
Street taught me lessons that no classroom ever could
Trust nobody fully, even when they say it's good
I'm stacking, I'm planning, I'm plotting for the hood
One day I'll break free, but right now it's understood
I'm out here chasing bread, chasing bread
Street life, hustle hard till I'm fed
No sleep, no rest, till I get ahead
Chasing bread, chasing bread, yeah
I'm out here chasing bread, chasing bread
Every dollar, every dime, gotta spread
This life chose me, now I'm seeing red
Chasing bread, chasing bread
No cap, we chasing bread
Streets made me, yeah