It starts with a vision.
A blessing that is, I seem to be born into all my family’s premonitions.
It feels like I have been here before.
My blood runs deep.
Product of Georgia and Alabama, my roots are embedded in the soil of the south.
Dreams from the bottom of the map I’m an anomaly.
Losing pieces of my core every year so I handle my business now.
Not promised another day so I make the money make their rounds.
The trauma of life will keep you down, until you get up and move.
I choose to do what I do and I do it well.
Bonafide hustler, it’s in my DNA so it always sells.
I can flip an opportunity then run the numbers up on Zelle.
Grinding every single day and night, the passion will never let me fail.
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