Hold me like a baller🌬

Production rides a deep bassline with gritty, minimalist drums and cinematic strings cutting through the mix, The tempo sits midrange—enough for attitude, not speed, Vocals hit with fierce precision: low growls in verses, clean belted edges in hooks, dripping confidence and raw emotion, Think smoky neon room, spotlight on a mic—every bar is both confession and weapon, Lyrically sharp, blending vulnerability and defiance; rhythm syncopates with attitude, leaning into off-beat pauses like spoken scars, Reverb-heavy harmonies ghost behind the main vocal, giving a haunting undertone, Layers of distortion kiss the snare and vocal tail, creating a dark-glam aesthetic—part seduction, part rebellion, This is pain polished into power, swagger wrapped in survival, trap, bass drop, rap metal, hip hop pop, piano, hip hop, epic ending, strong female vocal

Hold me like a baller, don’t test my gangster,
I move through storms like a prophecy answered.
Got that venom on my lips, truth on my tongue,
Talk slick, I flip scripts, leave ‘em all stunned.

Gold in my veins, dirt in my crown,
I been kissed by the struggle, now I run this town.
Every loss was tuition, every scar my degree,
I don’t pray for peace, I manifest me.

They wanna talk soft, I talk survival,
This ain’t fame, baby, it’s revival.
I’m the echo that the silence fears,
The rhythm of a thousand tears.

I been broke, been bent, been left on read,
Still rose like smoke from a fire half-dead.
Still pretty when I’m mad, still ruthless when I cry,
I don’t beg no mercy, I testify.

Say I’m extra—yeah, I’m more than you can measure,
Every downfall turned into treasure.
Pressure made pearls, not diamonds fake,
I learned grace in every heartbreak.

Hold me tighter when I’m toxic,
I’m the calm that hides the caustic.
Sweet tone, sharp aim, no optic,
I cut through lies like logic.

My mirror don’t talk, it listens and bleeds,
Shows me all my twisted deeds.
Still I grin with lipstick rage,
Write my pain on a burning page.

Crown tilted, but never fell off,
Soft voice, hard bite, silk and scoff.
They said “be ladylike,” I said “define that,”
If grace had a face, mine would recline that.

Ain’t no sugar in my sermon, just a little gasoline,
Light it up, let ‘em see what I mean.
If heaven got rules, then hell got rhythm,
I play in both, that’s dualism.

See, I’m not your saint, I’m your sentence,
Every verse I spit leaves penance.
Don’t need approval, I need balance,
I thrive where pain meets talent.

Call me too much, I call it exact,
I never subtract, I only attract.
Vibes on heavy, intentions clean,
Heart sharp dressed in in-between.

I flirt with failure, dance with doubt,
Kiss my demons before I kick them out.
Power ain’t loud, it hums like guilt,
Underneath silk, my blade is built.

Hold me like you scared I’ll vanish,
Talk sweet but taste the savage.
My touch ain’t tender, it’s tested,
My soul ain’t lost, just well invested.

I bend, I break, I bend again,
I’m the wound that learned to grin.
I’m thunder in stilettos, grace in grime,
Every fall rewrites my rhyme.

Let ‘em talk, I translate shade,
Into symphonies that never fade.
Every sneer becomes a chorus,
Every scar sings back for us.

No apology, just precision,
Every move I make, a revision.
The world calls me too cold, too strong,
But they still dance when I drop this song.

I don’t chase crowns, I grow ‘em myself,
Turn heartbreak into generational wealth.
Every failure’s a remix, every no’s a cue,
To paint this world in my point of view.

So hold me like a baller, don’t test my gangster,
I’m that quiet storm, that holy disaster.
Sweet poison in a gold decanter,
Say my truth, let the silence answer.

‘Cause I’m not made for your molds or mirrors,
I’m built from the shards of my own fears.
Every edge glows, every wound’s art,
And I’m still standing, still breaking hearts.

I’m divine when I’m wicked, holy when I sin,
Soft when I conquer, steel within.
You want real? Then here’s my sermon:
Every burn I took made me certain.

This is the anthem of the misunderstood,
The dark-light mix, the bad that’s good.
A little glitter, a lot of grit,
Say what you want, I still won’t quit.

So hold me down or watch me rise,
Either way, I monetize my cries.
Call it sin, call it power, call it pain,
Either way—I reign.

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Hold me like a baller, don’t test my gangster, I move through storms like a prophecy answered. Got that venom on my lips, truth on my tongue, Talk slick, I flip scripts, leave ‘em all stunned. Gold in my veins, dirt in my crown, I been kissed by the struggle, now I run this town. Every loss was tuition, every scar my degree, I don’t pray for peace, I manifest me. They wanna talk soft, I talk survival, This ain’t fame, baby, it’s revival. I’m the echo that the silence fears, The rhythm of a thousand tears. I been broke, been bent, been left on read, Still rose like smoke from a fire half-dead. Still pretty when I’m mad, still ruthless when I cry, I don’t beg no mercy, I testify. Say I’m extra—yeah, I’m more than you can measure, Every downfall turned into treasure. Pressure made pearls, not diamonds fake, I learned grace in every heartbreak. Hold me tighter when I’m toxic, I’m the calm that hides the caustic. Sweet tone, sharp aim, no optic, I cut through lies like logic. My mirror don’t talk, it listens and bleeds, Shows me all my twisted deeds. Still I grin with lipstick rage, Write my pain on a burning page. Crown tilted, but never fell off, Soft voice, hard bite, silk and scoff. They said “be ladylike,” I said “define that,” If grace had a face, mine would recline that. Ain’t no sugar in my sermon, just a little gasoline, Light it up, let ‘em see what I mean. If heaven got rules, then hell got rhythm, I play in both, that’s dualism. See, I’m not your saint, I’m your sentence, Every verse I spit leaves penance. Don’t need approval, I need balance, I thrive where pain meets talent. Call me too much, I call it exact, I never subtract, I only attract. Vibes on heavy, intentions clean, Heart sharp dressed in in-between. I flirt with failure, dance with doubt, Kiss my demons before I kick them out. Power ain’t loud, it hums like guilt, Underneath silk, my blade is built. Hold me like you scared I’ll vanish, Talk sweet but taste the savage. My touch ain’t tender, it’s tested, My soul ain’t lost, just well invested. I bend, I break, I bend again, I’m the wound that learned to grin. I’m thunder in stilettos, grace in grime, Every fall rewrites my rhyme. Let ‘em talk, I translate shade, Into symphonies that never fade. Every sneer becomes a chorus, Every scar sings back for us. No apology, just precision, Every move I make, a revision. The world calls me too cold, too strong, But they still dance when I drop this song. I don’t chase crowns, I grow ‘em myself, Turn heartbreak into generational wealth. Every failure’s a remix, every no’s a cue, To paint this world in my point of view. So hold me like a baller, don’t test my gangster, I’m that quiet storm, that holy disaster. Sweet poison in a gold decanter, Say my truth, let the silence answer. ‘Cause I’m not made for your molds or mirrors, I’m built from the shards of my own fears. Every edge glows, every wound’s art, And I’m still standing, still breaking hearts. I’m divine when I’m wicked, holy when I sin, Soft when I conquer, steel within. You want real? Then here’s my sermon: Every burn I took made me certain. This is the anthem of the misunderstood, The dark-light mix, the bad that’s good. A little glitter, a lot of grit, Say what you want, I still won’t quit. So hold me down or watch me rise, Either way, I monetize my cries. Call it sin, call it power, call it pain, Either way—I reign.

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