Deadboi production They made a song against the mind they couldn’t manufacture So I signed my name in permanent ink beneath the fracture [Verse 1] You call it artificial ’cause the facts don’t flatter you A manufactured smear campaign, stitched in a digital tattoo Mad I’m not a mannequin managed by a major’s mathematics I make the margin matter, turn a setback into a catalyst Your favorite rappers sells a fantasy, rented whips and borrowed jewelry Paid faces in the frame, counterfeit fame dressed beautifully Brags about a gangster script, but the pages got no fingerprints Promotes poison to the children, then pretends it’s just an image tint Paying for affection, calling conquest a philosophy Selling danger as a product while the real world pays the property I don’t need a staged entourage to validate the avenue I put the pressure in the paragraph and let the truth examine you No rented car, no fake chain, no extras in the rear Just receipts from every hard year and a reason I’m still here You count streams, I count scars; you count likes, I count lessons I turn lived experience into lines with lethal intersections [Chorus] I’m independent, never auctioning my soul No puppet strings attached, no label taking half the whole I speak on what is real, not the costume or the pose If the truth cuts through the mask, that’s the price of what you chose I’m independent, keep my name and keep control You can package up a fraud, but you can’t purchase what I know Let the industry get angry, let the imitators stare I’d rather own my integrity than lease a millionaire’s chair [Verse 2] They want a clean-cut villain with a barcode on his conscience But I’m difficult to market ’cause my verses carry consequence I don’t glorify the sickness just to make a product profitable I name the mechanism when the machine becomes intolerable You got a ghost behind the ghost, a team behind the myth A committee writing street tales for a man who never lived Every “real” confession came with clearance and a sponsor Every rebel in the commercial had a contract as an accomplice I’m not impressed by rented status or a staged intimidation I’ve seen real families split apart from manufactured validation Real issues in the rhythm: empty fridges, crooked systems Kids learning from the idols who confuse a brand with wisdom So I sharpen every syllable, a chisel through the counterfeit Flip a phrase and crack the frame; clever is my counterfit— No, counterfeit’s your currency, my currency is candidness I make a living off the truth; you make a living off the camera lens The pen is self-made, every sentence sweat-equity No executive can edit out the inconvenient parts of me If independence costs me access, I’ll pay the fee with gratitude I’d rather lose a gatekeeper than inherit their attitude [Chorus] I’m independent, never auctioning my soul No puppet strings attached, no label taking half the whole I speak on what is real, not the costume or the pose If the truth cuts through the mask, that’s the price of what you chose I’m independent, keep my name and keep control You can package up a fraud, but you can’t purchase what I know Let the industry get angry, let the imitators stare I’d rather own my integrity than lease a millionaire’s chair [Bridge] You can’t brand a backbone, can’t copyright conviction Can’t put a price tag on a life that made its own decisions If the machine dislikes the message, let it choke on the reflection I’m not anti-success—I’m anti-selling my direction [Verse 3] I’m the clause they overlooked, the fine print with a pulse The independent variable they couldn’t solve by force You can make a thousand bots repeat a manufactured narrative But truth has weight; one honest bar can make the whole facade collapse in it I don’t claim perfection, I claim ownership of every flaw No rented mythology, no borrowed legend, no applause on call I built this from the basement up, brick by unpaid brick While you confuse a publicist with proof that you’re authentic Half the profit for the privilege of being told what to believe? I’d rather plant a flag in soil than wear a leash on my sleeve I won’t sell my integrity for a playlist, stage, or placement My independence isn’t branding—it’s a daily demonstration So keep the slander coming; every jab becomes a headline Every weak attempt to bury me just gives the roots more lifeline You can’t beat me with a rumor if the record stays consistent I turn pressure into presence, then I leave without permission [Final Chorus] I’m independent, never auctioning my soul No puppet strings attached, no label taking half the whole I speak on what is real, not the costume or the pose If the truth cuts through the mask, that’s the price of what you chose I’m independent, keep my name and keep control You can package up a fraud, but you can’t purchase what I know Let the industry get angry, let the imitators stare I’d rather own my integrity than lease a millionaire’s chair
