[VERSE 1] After cold nights in the Civic I came in first thing with dirt on my shirt my nerves burned and my gut churned no sleep no phone At sunrise you said party's over get your shit out to the curb; you called it mercy but your firm words confirmed the hurt Those car keys from Khaled made you defer; you played tough but that rehearsed version served his purpose every turn Called me creep stalker blackmail; in person you asserted a cursed verdict was certain with no paper or witness heard Then your crash-out text referred me to Manassas, a motel offer with perverse terms that made my concern and the burden worse That text made me search the whole screen and circle every claim; the curt pitch looked urgent but couldn't work or prove my worth I nursed you when your whole world cracked, learned your needs, earned your trust; you preferred his wheels and deserted my care for that car purchase Now I spurn your power trip; that expert bully speech reversed when my stern answer murdered the threat and left you inert Back in the Civic your slurs stirred me; the current dropped inside the circuit and the screen's surface blurred Then your verbal claim disturbed my sleep; my thirst grew permanent like a germ buried deep in the earth Now you worship those wheels like a church, murmuring to keep your place while your backbone converts and your courage curdles How could your perjury coerce me? I exerted my will; your third-rate scare dispersed and left me alert That cold Civic was a furnace; I wrote bars early, let the kernel of worry twist and curl, then hurled them at you Now I emerge from the Civic with a journal; your bully act can't perturb, divert, or deter the verse Don't urge me to purge what occurred; your car-key transfer made the pressure surge and burst through the curtain at last How long can you perch in Khaled's car, you surly little jerk of a clerk with a smirk, when the ride is your only perk? [HOOK] Cold nights and open hands, you traded all that for a ride Now you wave Khaled's car keys like your bullshit is certified Every claim falls dead when the receipts get read out loud Munir, that car can move you — it can't erase what you said [VERSE 2] You damn near got scammed in that chat, your finger on send, still thinking you had the knack to double the stack I laughed at the facts when you switched to a slick little pitch, then called it an act right in front of me You tagged me a has-been, your little myth got clipped; I laughed as your mask went flat in that chat That ain't your own jab, it's a slick little script; I asked for proof and watched your tough act crack as you backpedaled You cast my name as trash, then climb in Khaled's car with those keys in your fist like that crowns you a man at last Who stamped you with that brash stance and that big grin, then you point to the ride like the keys let you stand right in my face Khaled's car can vanish when he snaps, you sit and twitch, then claim the leash ain't a trap with your hand on the clasp Brand me a loser again, that bad stiff chin will dip when those keys make you answer his command on demand every time You scan through my life, but you lack the path; you sift through old pics and wind up blank with nothing to show in your grasp Map what you know: just a gap, so you fish for a hint, then drag that weak rumor into your plan just to sound grand to me One low bar on the phone, my cash ran thin, you missed the whole life you were trying to attack from your side of the track That brag, once smashed by my flash, gets you to dig through the links; you come up with no match right at the end From every hard night I spat raps, built through the shit till the whole room saw my flag right in plain view for once That crash-out named Manassas, you tried to shift my life, then pinned that motel rent and billed my dad with no shame at all That brass in your voice is a cheap trick; I lift the lid and let the whole thing land straight in your lap now That class of talk, I catch what you hid, print it, let witnesses watch your whole front collapse in real time right here now [HOOK] Cold nights and open hands, you traded all that for a ride Now you wave Khaled's car keys like your bullshit is certified Every claim falls dead when the receipts get read out loud Munir, that car can move you — it can't erase what you said
