Yeah

Late shift

Still up

I was broke on a weekday

Prayin' hard for a weekend

Same hoodie like a replay

Same hunger was deep in

Mama stressin' on the rent due

Said, "Baby, gotta push through"

I was writin' on a bus seat

Plottin' out a better view, yeah

Night shift grind, I don't clock out

Heart on my sleeve when I pop out

Came from the back, now I walk proud, yeah

Made my pain too loud

Night shift grind, don't slow down

Turn every L to a throne now

Came from the mud, that's my home ground

All of my scars get a gold crown

They was laughin' at the hand-me-downs

Now they askin' for a handout

I remember every empty fridge

Every plan that I mapped out

Big dreams in a small crib

Whole world in a notepad

Talk cheap, but the work real

Every line like a toast

Night shift grind, I don't clock out

Heart on my sleeve when I pop out

Came from the back, now I walk proud, yeah

Made my pain too loud

Night shift grind, don't slow down

Turn every L to a throne now

Came from the mud, that's my home ground

All of my scars get a gold crown