[Intro – Verse Zero] Yo, I’m still here Back in my town – we came back, let’s make this clear Still local roads, still that same post code Still that south side train, still that beat-up mode Still that raw dirt vibe, still that rusted load Still that circle tight, still them stories told [Verse 1 – Voice of the Outsider] It’s me again, the cold-blooded voice from the woodlands Where debts get paid or they throw you where the mud stands They don’t know me, but still push me into bad plans Money pulls hearts open like goddamn CAT scans There should be a line, but there ain’t no limit Mom’s askin’: "Why you never came home last minute?" If the cables ain't paid, no help from the clinic And the roads out here always claim the timid We from them sticks, where the smoke’s still rising Kid asks his mom: "Why they always keep friskin'?" Maybe I’m a witness, too many wild clubs and missions But God won’t clear no drug debt admissions Raise your kids so they won’t need your praise Don’t cry when they vanish and forget your face Stacks on the table, more weight in the case And I’m the ghost askin’: "Was it how I was raised?" [Hook – Chant Style] My town don’t sleep, we statues in the mist Got clean hands, though the south got fists It costs what it costs, but I stay legit ’Cause we straight from the woods, no counterfeit Smoke in the air? Yeah, you know who lit It costs what it costs, but I stay in the mix [Verse 2 – Voice of the Local Hustler] Rules here’ll crush you if you just driftin’ When a man lifts your fiver, snorts two lines, still grinnin’ Then back through the blocks, movin’ crates, no slippin’ Name don’t ring bells, but it opens doors I'm kickin’ No fancy stuff, just powder runnin’ Even cows in the store speak another tongue, gunnin’ Back bent, stomach twistin’ But I’m laid back on the table, cold hands fixin’ Always ready to flip like broken lovers We hit from the woods like unknown brothers Say my name three times in the mirror like thunder If ghosts scare you, then boy don’t blunder Like a user’s gums, it’s guaranteed collapse Try again, but your fall's still fast Mask on face, we love folks in silence And you just a missfire – bad aim with defiance [Hook – Repeated with Edge] My town don’t sleep, we statues in the mist Got clean hands, though the south got fists It costs what it costs, but I stay legit ’Cause we straight from the woods, no counterfeit Smoke in the air? Yeah, you know who lit It costs what it costs, but I stay in the mix
