[Verse 1]
No justice no peace all I know are these streets
And I've walked around the block with wet shoes on my feet
And I've slept with friends who choose to stay discrete
And I love to scream fuck the police
I got stains on my fashion, lights camera action….and I like to lay back
With the subwoofers blasting
Now I'm painting pictures on homicide floors
I know my heart is still torn but i keep searching for more
I wish my life was reborn
And I always knew that it was ment for purpose but I can't figure out if all this bullshit made it worth it
I deserve it
Pay a penny for my thoughts i know it dont make cents
Right now let your brain connect the dots and ease the stress
Everyday I be rocking mics on piss staind bricks, real hip hop doesn't exist less there's people like this
And by people like this I mean people like me
Who do whatever it takes in the pursuit of their dreams ...

[Hook]
I was blue collar living but i turned i into gold
I was tired of having nothing so i turned it into gold

[Verse 2]
No fucks given thats my number one passion
Spray cans in the backpack for some late action
I got my crew we roll deep I here my name whispered on the streets
Who's that crazy rapper with those dope ass beats
Rocking sold out shows from Texas to Berlin
I try to stay grounded but my brain is in a whirlwind
I be that crazy guy rollin spliffs and staying high
Writing all my rhymes outside in the country side
I'm getting by
My lifes considered magic, you get mad cause you can't have it, talking shit and I am laughing
And I'm taggin with the fellows, I'm jamming instrumentals, rocking microphones, big stages in my sandals
I'm Building crews that are bigger then the universe, tunes are my passion couldn't ask for a better curse, fools keep harassing cause my rhymes have emerged, my life is absurd I stack euros thru words
[Hook]
I was blue collar living so I turned it into gold
I was tired of having nothing so I turned it into gold
I was blue collar living so I turned into gold
I was tired of having nothing so I turned it into gold (scratching)
I was blue collar living so I turned it into gold
I was tired of having nothing so I turned it into gold

[Verse 3]
When I think back on my life I never really dreamt of this
I made the world my bitch, through the lyrics that I spit
Now I was blue collar living but I turned it into gold
I'm working really hard and now this is what I'm owed
I'm following the greats and the stories that they told
My head is filled with wisdom and my strength is getting bold
You find me on the battlefield I chill amongst the leaders
Making six figures from the sounds right in your speakers

[Hook]
I was blue collar living so I turned it into gold
I was tired of having nothing so I turned it into gold