[Intro – Spoken / Ad‑lib] Yeah… Bronx drill with a heartbreak story 808s knockin’, but my chest still hurt Let’s go… [Verse 1 – Drill x Story] I know my story has come to an end But I’m still in the field, still spinnin’ on friends Thought you was the one, you was callin’ me bae Now you just a number, I’ma carve it on the K Heavy 808 when I slide in the night Dark trap beat, still I’m lookin’ for a fight All this time I thought you was the one You was playin’ both sides, now I’m loadin’ this drum So here I go hurtin’ myself, scrollin’ through your phone, I’m lurkin’ myself Wishing you were comin’ home, but I know you outside, doin’ dirt with someone else Fast flow, 140, heart racin’ like a track meet High energy, but inside I’m on a back street [Hook – Melodic x Drill] What do I do? I can’t go on But the bass so loud, gotta stay strong You said you’d come back, said you’d never leave Now I’m on this drill beat, screamin’ through the grief You said you’d never turn your back on me Now the only thing that’s turnin’ is this Glock on me What do I do? I can’t go on So I turned all that pain to a war-song [Verse 2 – Confidence Switch-Up] Been past a year and I know I should go But I leveled up my aim, leveled up my flow Bronx drill shorty with the bulletproof heart Every bar like a dart, I’ma tear you apart Thought I needed your love, I was losin’ my head Now it’s heavy on the neck, all these chains instead Not for you, I been grindin’ for the bands Did it all solo, never needed any hands High energy, confident delivery You’re a ghost in my past, just a memory Starting up again, yeah I’m back on ten New ice, new whip, new drill, new men I was cryin’ in the dark, now I’m dancin’ with the spark Turn the heartbreak pain to a hit on the charts [Build – Call & Response] What do I do? (Turn it up, don’t fold) I can’t go on (But my neck on froze) You said you’d come back (But the streets know you lied) Never turn your back (Now I’m back on my grind) [Final Hook – Blended] And here I am a year later, starting up again Not for you, but so I can be a stronger man So I’ll never, ever be in this position again 808s bang while I dead all the trends What do I do? I can’t go on But this Bronx drill beat keep pushin’ me on All this time I thought you was the one Now you just a tag on the side of my gun Here I go, here I go, hurtin’ turned to gold Dark trap, heavy soul, but my heart too cold I know my story with you at an end Now the only thing I trust is this mic in my hand.
