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Yeah. They love to rewind me to who I was, not who I became, not what I done.

Same old stories. Same old views. They stuck in the past like it's breaking news.

Judge my scars like they paid my dues. Never helped once, just assumed that I'd lose.

While I was learning how to stand alone, they was comfortable sitting on the borrowed throne.

I turned mistakes into strategy. Turned silence into salary. They counted my

losses for entertainment, I counted discipline, patience, and payments. Who?

They used my past just to judge my name. Prayed I stay stuck, never win the game.

Now I own the business, did it fair and straight. They still running home with some bad