Dough

Rise up at four AM, the city still asleep Got flour on my apron and a hustle that runs deep Brooklyn born and bred, got the oven running hot Every loaf I pull out, man, I give it all I got Started with a dream and a recipe from Grandma Now the line wraps round the block from the Bronx to Alabama Kneading through the struggle, every punch is dedication Built this from the ground up, this is my foundation