Hijacked Astoria Closet

southern trap, hip hop, bounce-heavy rap, flex anthem

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[INTRO — spoken, dry, over engine idle]
Girl, I saw your haul video.
That's cute.
You want to see a haul?

[VERSE 1]
You spent three paychecks on a Louis bag
I got my hi-viz pink on day one, no tag
Company issue, free of charge, fits perfect too
You paid two grand to flex — mine just tells traffic what to do
You're renting four hundred square feet in Astoria
My sleeper's the same size, honey, and it's paying for me
APU climate controlled, got my blackout shades down
You're subletting a closet, calling Brooklyn your town
You're doing a gym selfie at your forty dollar class
I strapped forty-eight thousand pounds before the sun passed

[CHORUS]
I don't do Louis, I do steel-toed boots
You're buying the lifestyle, I'm buying the proof
Per diem hits different when you're miles from home
Tax-free daily rate, girl, that's my cologne
You're paying rent, I'm getting paid to sleep
You bought the aesthetic, I bought something that keeps
I don't do Louis, I do steel-toed boots
You're buying the lifestyle, I'm buying the proof

[VERSE 2]
You're doing a haul video, sixty-piece try-on
I packed a duffel bag in 2019 and never moved on
One pair of Carhartts, two flannels, one good bra
Steel toes older than your Instagram by far
You've got a ring light and a following that fades
I've got a CDL and forty-seven clean inspection grades
You lease a little Bimmer with a monthly that stings
I own my rig outright — ask me what that means
No landlord, no algorithm, no brand deal terms
Just me, the load, and what the highway confirms

[BRIDGE — 808 drop, sparse, steel slide underneath]
You post your morning routine, oat milk and glow
I'm at the Pilot at three a.m., eggs and let's go
You're building a brand on borrowed confidence, babe
I built a life on a license most people can't take
You're curating a feed, I'm running a route
You know what I spent this month? Nothing I didn't earn out

[VERSE 3]
Come check my sleeper — memory foam, TV mounted right
Curtains drawn by nine, up and rolling before light
Microwave, mini fridge, inverter full charge
My square footage matches yours and mine's not in a high-rise
You've got a doorman — I've got a PrePass lane
You've got a view of the skyline, I've got open plain
And mine moves
Four states by Friday, I've seen what you've paid for
On a Tuesday, from the cab, through the windshield, rolling more
You're paying for the zip code, I'm getting paid to leave it
You call it your apartment, I call mine a receipt

[OUTRO — spoken, engine settling low]
Forty-seven clean inspections.
No violations.
No landlord.
Pink hi-viz.
Free.

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[INTRO — spoken, dry, over engine idle] Girl, I saw your haul video. That's cute. You want to see a haul? [VERSE 1] You spent three paychecks on a Louis bag I got my hi-viz pink on day one, no tag Company issue, free of charge, fits perfect too You paid two grand to flex — mine just tells traffic what to do You're renting four hundred square feet in Astoria My sleeper's the same size, honey, and it's paying for me APU climate controlled, got my blackout shades down You're subletting a closet, calling Brooklyn your town You're doing a gym selfie at your forty dollar class I strapped forty-eight thousand pounds before the sun passed [CHORUS] I don't do Louis, I do steel-toed boots You're buying the lifestyle, I'm buying the proof Per diem hits different when you're miles from home Tax-free daily rate, girl, that's my cologne You're paying rent, I'm getting paid to sleep You bought the aesthetic, I bought something that keeps I don't do Louis, I do steel-toed boots You're buying the lifestyle, I'm buying the proof [VERSE 2] You're doing a haul video, sixty-piece try-on I packed a duffel bag in 2019 and never moved on One pair of Carhartts, two flannels, one good bra Steel toes older than your Instagram by far You've got a ring light and a following that fades I've got a CDL and forty-seven clean inspection grades You lease a little Bimmer with a monthly that stings I own my rig outright — ask me what that means No landlord, no algorithm, no brand deal terms Just me, the load, and what the highway confirms [CHORUS] I don't do Louis, I do steel-toed boots You're buying the lifestyle, I'm buying the proof Per diem hits different when you're miles from home Tax-free daily rate, girl, that's my cologne You're paying rent, I'm getting paid to sleep You bought the aesthetic, I bought something that keeps I don't do Louis, I do steel-toed boots You're buying the lifestyle, I'm buying the proof [BRIDGE — 808 drop, sparse, steel slide underneath] You post your morning routine, oat milk and glow I'm at the Pilot at three a.m., eggs and let's go You're building a brand on borrowed confidence, babe I built a life on a license most people can't take You're curating a feed, I'm running a route You know what I spent this month? Nothing I didn't earn out [VERSE 3] Come check my sleeper — memory foam, TV mounted right Curtains drawn by nine, up and rolling before light Microwave, mini fridge, inverter full charge My square footage matches yours and mine's not in a high-rise You've got a doorman — I've got a PrePass lane You've got a view of the skyline, I've got open plain And mine moves Four states by Friday, I've seen what you've paid for On a Tuesday, from the cab, through the windshield, rolling more You're paying for the zip code, I'm getting paid to leave it You call it your apartment, I call mine a receipt [CHORUS] I don't do Louis, I do steel-toed boots You're buying the lifestyle, I'm buying the proof Per diem hits different when you're miles from home Tax-free daily rate, girl, that's my cologne You're paying rent, I'm getting paid to sleep You bought the aesthetic, I bought something that keeps I don't do Louis, I do steel-toed boots You're buying the lifestyle, I'm buying the proof [OUTRO — spoken, engine settling low] Forty-seven clean inspections. No violations. No landlord. Pink hi-viz. Free.

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