Rags to riches

[Intro] Came from the dust, now I'm flyin' in jets, Prayed in the dark, now I’m cashin' big cheques. They never believed, but I stayed steady, Look at me now — Nixore the Baddie. --- 🎶 [Chorus] I came from nothin’, had to grind daily, Streets raised a king, now the world pay me. Used to wear holes, now my fit heavy, Diamonds on my soul — Nixore the Baddie. Sleepless nights turned to billboard dreams, Used to sell hope, now I sell streams. No handouts, had to move savvy, Now the world chant — “Nixore the Baddie.” --- 📝 [Verse 1] Mama cried when rent was due, I swore one day, I’d change the view. Stole WiFi to send my beats, Now labels beg for a Nixore feat. Used to pray my shoes don’t tear, Now my closet like Times Square. No GPS, I still found the route, Every “no” just fueled my clout. Fake friends left, real ones stayed, Pain in my chest, I turned to flame. Now every line sound rich and wavy, That’s trademarked — Nixore the Baddie. --- 🎶 [Chorus – Repeat] I came from nothin’, had to grind daily, Streets raised a king, now the world pay me. Used to wear holes, now my fit heavy, Diamonds on my soul — Nixore the Baddie. Sleepless nights turned to billboard dreams, Used to sell hope, now I sell streams. No handouts, had to move savvy, Now the world chant — “Nixore the Baddie.” --- 🔥 [Verse 2] No silver spoon, just hunger pains, I made gold from the dirt and rain. They threw shade, now I shine uncanny, Check the name tag — Nixore the Baddie. They laughed loud when I dropped my first, Now they DM me like, “put me first.” All those nights in a leaking room, Now I tour cities and clear full rooms. God did, I just worked madly, Now I walk blessed — Nixore the Baddie. From trenches to charts, that story’s mine, And I stamped every line — Nixore the Baddie. --- 🎶 [Final Chorus – Extended] I came from nothin’, had to grind daily, Streets raised a king, now the world pay me. Used to wear holes, now my fit heavy, Diamonds on my soul — Nixore the Baddie. I faced storms, now I own the weather, They thought I’d fold, but I held together. Hard knock life, now it sound jazzy, ‘Cause pain got flipped by Nixore the Baddie. Success loud, but the path was gritty, Now my scars got plaques in the city. Legend status? Yeah, I wear it gladly — Name in lights: Nixore the Baddie. ---