I been broke, I been bitter, I been better,
Tryna turn pain into somethin’ that lasts forever.
Got miles in my bones, truth on my breath,
Built peace outta chaos and love outta mess.
Every wrong turn, man, I learned the curve,
Every closed door showed me what I deserve.
I ain’t clean, but I’m calm — ain’t rich, but I’m real,
And I still chase dreams that the world can’t steal.

Ain’t no crown, just a cracked smile,
Ain’t no plan, just a long road mile.
But I’m still here — that’s somethin’ to hold,
Watchin’ all my grit turn gold.

Yeah, the fire didn’t fade, it just learned to glow,
Took the long way home, had to take it slow.
Every scar, every stumble, every story I told,
Yeah, that’s how grit turns gold.
Ain’t perfect, but I’m whole,
Yeah, that’s how grit turns gold.

I lost count of the nights I almost gave in,
Counted all the losses just to find what’s within.
Used to measure success by what they’d say,
Now it’s quiet in my soul — and I like it that way.
Every bruise made a beat, every fall made a verse,
Every no I heard just reversed the curse.
Now the mirror don’t scare me, it just tells me truth,
I’m the proof that pain can bloom too.

Ain’t no throne, just a dusty chair,
Ain’t no choir, just the hum of air.
But I’m still singin’ what I know,
Watchin’ all my grit turn gold.

Yeah, the fire didn’t fade, it just learned to glow,
Took the long way home, had to take it slow.
Every scar, every stumble, every story I told,
Yeah, that’s how grit turns gold.
Yeah, that’s how grit turns gold.
Ain’t perfect, but I’m whole[Bridge – Spoken / Half-Rapped Flow]
It’s the dirt that makes the seed grow,
The rain that makes the roots show.
Every loss, every low —
That’s the cost of the soul.
Now I don’t rush, I don’t force the shine,
Just water the days and watch ‘em climb.
Every failure’s just a different mold,
That’s how the grit turns gold.

Yeah, the fire didn’t fade, it just learned to glow,
Built peace from the pain that I used to know.
Every scar, every stumble, every story I told,
Yeah, that’s how grit turns gold.
Every bruise, every fold,
Yeah, that’s how grit turns gold.
Yeah, that’s how grit turns gold.