Gravity Check Except I was told to add this verse

Modern conscious hip‑hop / rap, mid‑tempo, minor key, tight boom‑bap drums with subtle 808 bass, warm jazzy chords, clear articulate male rap vocal with confident storytelling flow, slight grit and aggression but thoughtful, hook built around “stay grounded” with a memorable chant‑like phrase, emphasis on punchy wordplay about ego, pride, humility, and online beef, clean but powerful mix

[Intro]
Yeah.
Stay grounded.
Listen.

[Verse 1]
Sun low, long shadows on the strip, I’ve been coolin’ in the background, tight grip on the script.
You talk pride, talk falls, talk cats in the dirt,
I seen halos made of hurt, turning blessings into work.
Every timeline got a villain, every feed got a king,
Every dog in the yard think his bark gotta sting.
You be counting all the trophies, all the digital crowns,
I’ve been learning how to breathe when the network goes down.
You say “fortune favors bold,” that’s a part of the code,
But it’s also gon’ expose what you hide in your soul.
I’ve seen giants talk loud, then collapse from the stress,
They were benching all that ego, never trained for finesse.

[Pre‑Chorus]
You can flex, you can shine, you can post what you’re about,
But the loudest in the room often nursing the most doubt.
When the comments go quiet and the crowd walks away,
Will you still like who you are at the end of the day?

[Chorus]
Stay grounded, don’t let the hype make you weightless,
Talk big, but keep your core humble, that’s greatness.
Pride builds towers, but the cracks show quick,
Gravity don’t miss, it just waits, then hits.
Stay grounded, feet firm when the floorboards shake,
If you rise, do it slow for your own heart’s sake.
‘Cause the higher that you climb off respect you fake,
The harder that the whole damn sky gon

[Verse]
[Room-Reflection Presence]
[Spoken-Edge Delivery]
[Punk female]
[Confident]
Couple years ago a friend sent me a link up to a soono song.
I thought that shit was innocent and it could do no wrong.
Didn't think the pull was strong like I'd probably move along.
'Till one day I came back and saw this fuckin' place was too far gone.
Like Jesus everybody thinks they write if they use a stupid prompt.
It got labeled slop, decided I would prove them wrong.

Made my test account and posted writings that I had a while.
Like, what's the best amount of rhyming I could use to craft a style?
Hadn't left the house a while, did and made it half a mile.
Tweaking, step around the store and feel like I'ma wreck the aisle.
Logged in to sweat it out, writing at my desk till I'm tired
Came back to check my count and saw a comment saying it was Fire (Aw shit.)

[Verse]
[Room-Reflection Presence]
[Spoken-Edge Delivery]
[Punk female]
[Confident]
And there it went, my perfectionism was prevalent.
Heaven sent, bouts of inspiration to hell with it.
I relished it, penning poems making rappers irrelevant.
So eloquent, make the listeners jump so much they'll never settle in.
An elephant tryna get in here but I don't have to let it in.
Medicine, using my instability to embellish it.
While a deficit, building up from the roots of my fuckin skeleton.
Let me get addicted to the writing as my source of adrenaline.

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[Intro] Yeah. Stay grounded. Listen. [Verse 1] Sun low, long shadows on the strip, I’ve been coolin’ in the background, tight grip on the script. You talk pride, talk falls, talk cats in the dirt, I seen halos made of hurt, turning blessings into work. Every timeline got a villain, every feed got a king, Every dog in the yard think his bark gotta sting. You be counting all the trophies, all the digital crowns, I’ve been learning how to breathe when the network goes down. You say “fortune favors bold,” that’s a part of the code, But it’s also gon’ expose what you hide in your soul. I’ve seen giants talk loud, then collapse from the stress, They were benching all that ego, never trained for finesse. [Pre‑Chorus] You can flex, you can shine, you can post what you’re about, But the loudest in the room often nursing the most doubt. When the comments go quiet and the crowd walks away, Will you still like who you are at the end of the day? [Chorus] Stay grounded, don’t let the hype make you weightless, Talk big, but keep your core humble, that’s greatness. Pride builds towers, but the cracks show quick, Gravity don’t miss, it just waits, then hits. Stay grounded, feet firm when the floorboards shake, If you rise, do it slow for your own heart’s sake. ‘Cause the higher that you climb off respect you fake, The harder that the whole damn sky gon [Verse] [Room-Reflection Presence] [Spoken-Edge Delivery] [Punk female] [Confident] Couple years ago a friend sent me a link up to a soono song. I thought that shit was innocent and it could do no wrong. Didn't think the pull was strong like I'd probably move along. 'Till one day I came back and saw this fuckin' place was too far gone. Like Jesus everybody thinks they write if they use a stupid prompt. It got labeled slop, decided I would prove them wrong. Made my test account and posted writings that I had a while. Like, what's the best amount of rhyming I could use to craft a style? Hadn't left the house a while, did and made it half a mile. Tweaking, step around the store and feel like I'ma wreck the aisle. Logged in to sweat it out, writing at my desk till I'm tired Came back to check my count and saw a comment saying it was Fire (Aw shit.) [Verse] [Room-Reflection Presence] [Spoken-Edge Delivery] [Punk female] [Confident] And there it went, my perfectionism was prevalent. Heaven sent, bouts of inspiration to hell with it. I relished it, penning poems making rappers irrelevant. So eloquent, make the listeners jump so much they'll never settle in. An elephant tryna get in here but I don't have to let it in. Medicine, using my instability to embellish it. While a deficit, building up from the roots of my fuckin skeleton. Let me get addicted to the writing as my source of adrenaline.

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