102 Year DreamHouse of Alibaba

Fifteen years ago, I stood on these same streets With a pocket full of vision and holes in my feet Begging for two million, they showed me the door Sent me back across the water, broken and poor Now I'm back at the Waldorf, the whole world's in line The line's around the block, just tryna get a piece of mine They see the orange prospectus, the numbers in the book But they don't see the rejections, the chances that we took Came here with a dream and left here with a no Came back with an empire, now watch the whole world know. B-A-B-A, more than a ticker, it's a key Unlocking the first day of a hundred-and-two-year dream Yeah, we started from the bottom, now we're here for the century This ain't the finish line, this is for the legacy. This ain't for the pinstripes, the analysts, the suits This is for the eighteen believers who nourished the roots Back in Lakeside Gardens, when the future was a prayer This is for every single shrimp who had to gasp for air In an ocean full of whales, who were told they were too small This bell ain't just for me, nah, this bell rings for you all This paper fortune is a tool, a means to an end A way to build a future, a way to make amends For a broken system, for a world that wouldn't listen This is the moment that makes the whole damn vision glisten. B-A-B-A, more than a ticker, it's a key Unlocking the first day of a hundred-and-two-year dream Yeah, we started from the bottom, now we're here for the century This ain't the finish line, this is for the legacy. The bell rings. The numbers flash. But that's just a moment. A snapshot. A headline that fades by the next trading day. The real victory isn't the valuation... it's the validation. But even that is temporary. The house that Jack built isn't made of stock or stone. It's made of time. One hundred and two years. This wasn't the end of the story. This was just the end of the beginning.