"SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE" Lyrics: [Intro] "Nostradamus Hustla... Presenting!!" From the basement... (Let's ride!) To the skyline... (Yeah!) One dream... (One life!) One mic... [Verse 1] I walked cold streets with my head held high, Clouds overhead but I still touched the sky. Empty pockets, heavy heart, worn-out shoes, Every single loss became another tool. Mama said, "Stand when the world says fall." (Preach!) Now I carry every lesson through it all. They laughed when I was chasing every vision. Now they quote my words like scripture in religion. Every scar got a story to explain. Every tear washed away another chain. Built my future with my bare two hands. Now I'm standing where they said I never can. [Hook] From the bottom, now we're rising. No more hiding, keep surviving. Pain made diamonds, never plastic. Every chapter built a classic. Hands up high, let the whole world know. We don't quit, we just learn and grow. Through the fire, through the rain. Hip Hop Language running through my veins. [Verse 2] Concrete jungle taught me how to fight. Long dark days made me love the light. Friends disappeared when the money was low. Now they wonder how the garden grows. Every paycheck turned into a plan. Built an empire brick by brick by hand. Never sold my soul for a little fame. I'd rather die before I change my name. (Nostradamus Hustla!) Truth is louder than a hundred lies. You can see the hunger burning in my eyes. No shortcuts, every step was earned. Every bridge I crossed was one I burned. [Rap Bridge] Real recognize real... No gimmicks... No filters... No fake love... If you know struggle... You already speak my language. [Verse 3] Started with a dream and a pocket full of dust. Turned every setback into fuel and trust. Late-night grind while the whole world slept. Now I'm cashing every promise that I kept. Pressure made a beast, I was born to adapt. Every closed door only changed the map. Never chased clout, I was building my lane. Now they scream my name 'cause they feeling my pain. (Nostradamus Hustla!) Built my throne from the bricks they threw. Made a masterpiece from a broken view. Still got the hunger, still chasing the crown. From the basement floor... now we run the town! [Final Hook] From the bottom, now we're rising. Every heartbeat synchronizing. Old school soul with a modern vision. Built by faith and pure ambition. Raise your voice, let the speakers bang. Every neighborhood can feel the pain. From the struggle to the victory lap. Forever living through that Urban Rap. [Outro] "Nostradamus Hustla..." "Presenting..." "From the bottom..." "Peace!" @MRFAHMIBLACK #digitalcomposermy #dcmy #fypシ゚viral🖤tiktok #fyppppppppppppppppppppppp #klya - @hairiezulhairie