Lyrics
Verse 1
Yo, step back, let me paint a picture vivid,
In a world where dreams clash, and the spirit's squizzed,
Streets echo truths, yeah, they talk in riddles,
Got the weight of ambition, but I’m light on the fiddles,
Came up from the bottom where the shadows loom large,
With a mind full of hunger, and the soul on charge.
How you think I am? I’m lifting the veil,
Got my life on the line, yeah, I’m ready to sail.
Chorus
How do you think I am? You see the fire in my eyes,
Rising from the ashes, like a phoenix to the skies,
Every struggle paved the path, nothing’s ever been a sham,
Grinding and shining, ask yourself, "How do you think I am?”
Verse 2
In the land of the lost, but I found my way,
Graffiti on the walls, tell a story of the day,
Friends turned foes, yeah, they switched like the tides,
But I’m rooted in my purpose, with the hustle as my guide.
Slim Shady in my veins, with a twist of my own,
Tales of the city life, no silver spoon’s shown,
Echoes of the struggle, from the block to the dream,
Got the heart of a lion, and a foot in the scheme.
Chorus
How do you think I am? You see the fire in my eyes,
Rising from the ashes, like a phoenix to the skies,
Every struggle paved the path, nothing’s ever been a sham,
Grinding and shining, ask yourself, "How do you think I am?”
Bridge
Step into my world, where the hustle’s a dance,
Break the chains of the past, gotta take a stance,
Words sharp as a blade, slicing through the doubt,
Every verse is a step, hear the world shout.
Verse 3
Calculating risks, yeah, I’m betting it all,
From the streets to the beats, I’m destined to ball,
Got my crew in the back, loyalty’s the plan,
When you question my grind, let me tell you, understand.
Success ain’t a game, it’s a lifestyle, no doubt,
I’m the echo in the alley, scream and then shout,
How do you think I am? Rising like a tide,
In this ocean of dreams, I’m ready for the ride.
Chorus/Outro
How do you think I am? You see the fire in my eyes,
Rising from the ashes, like a phoenix to the skies,
Every struggle paved the path, nothing’s ever been a sham,
Grinding and shining, ask yourself, "How do you think I am?”