[Intro — Low, Bitter] Yeah… King Koff in your face. No filter. No mercy. Watching the world burn through every damn headline, like the fire been waiting for us. Kids in the streets. Blood on the pavement. League on the screen saying, “Everything’s fine.” Fuck outta here. This ain’t a crisis. This is the world working exactly how they built it. [Verse 1] I fucked up, yeah, I crashed, I broke plenty, watched my good side die when the streets got heavy. Pain cut deep, every scar got a name, every lesson came wrapped in hunger and shame. But I rose from the ash with the smoke in my chest, not blessed, not saved, just harder than the rest, The chaos outside ain’t news to me, I grew up where nightmares moved casually. Sirens in the distance. Mothers in tears. Kids learning fear before they learning careers. Bodies in alleys. Dreams in the drain. Everybody numb till it comes down their lane. Fire. Flood. Plague. Pressure. Everybody acting like tomorrow gon’ be better. But the suits keep lying with a smile so clean, psychopaths in silk selling broken dreams. They gaslight, manipulate, poison the truth, then blame the damn kids for the world they produced. Narcissists play god from a tower in the sky, watch the poor break down and ask why they cry. Opioid waves swallowing whole damn blocks, while the rich count profits and reset their clocks. You want the harsh truth? Here it is, no joke: The world was already choking before King Koff smoked. [Hook] Fuck respect. Fuck the praise. Fuck ‘em all. People so damn selfish, they let the whole thing fall. Trust is a myth. Hope is a chain. Everybody smiling while they drowning in pain. No gods. No heroes. No hand to hold. Just poison in the air and a world gone cold. They ask why I turned dark, like they don’t already know. This world made the toxin. I just let it show. [Verse 2] Look around. Nightmares bleed into the day. Everybody got a mask, but the eyes give away. Fake friends shake hands while they measuring your worth, then stab so clean you don’t feel it at first. Trust? Gone. Love? Taxed. Every promise got a loophole attached. Pick your poison. Pick your pain. Pick the cage with the prettiest chain. Mental health treated like a punchline, till another lost soul don’t make it to sunshine. Minds unravel while the world scrolls past, everybody got opinions, nobody got hands. Fuck the League. Fuck their laws. Fuck their staged concern. They show up late then ask what we learned. Mothers still bleed. Fathers still cry. Justice move slow when the poor kids die. Our heads are battlegrounds, our hearts got scars, lost souls fighting invisible wars. They say, “Stay strong,” then leave you alone. So I found strength in the place they told me not to go. Black gloves. Red R. Poison in bloom. Team Rocket gave a lost kid room. You call me villain like the word still scares me. I looked at this world and said, “Finally, something that prepared me.” [Bridge — Spoken, Venomous] Unseen scars. Hollow eyes. Quiet rooms where the strongest people barely survive. Wolves in suits. Snakes in smiles. Predators preaching patience while they feast on the trial. You call it corruption. I call it weather. Been raining poison forever. [Verse 3] Narcissists, manipulators, leeches in disguise, feeding on pain while they moralize lies. Blood in the streets, nightmares in the mind, real shit sticks to the soul over time. That’s why I don’t preach. That’s why I don’t pray. That’s why I don’t look surprised when the good decay. I seen hope get sold. I seen faith get flipped. I seen kind hearts break while the cruel got rich. So fuck your respect. I don’t need applause. I don’t need redemption from a world with no laws. I became the thing that the darkness respects, a walking bad omen with a chain on his neck. King Koff. No halo. No cure. No light. Just a black-and-red shadow in the dead of night. If the whole world’s sick and nobody knows, then maybe I’m not the poison… maybe I’m what exposed it. [Final Hook] Fuck respect. Fuck the praise. Fuck ‘em all. People so damn selfish, they let the whole thing fall. Trust is a myth. Hope is a chain. Everybody smiling while they drowning in pain. No gods. No heroes. No hand to hold. Just poison in the air and a world gone cold. They ask why I turned dark, like they don’t already know. This world made the toxin. I just let it show. [Outro — Cold] World lost in chaos. Humanity decays. Hope gets packaged and sold in displays. You wanna feel pain? Feel this shit raw. Cold brutal truth. No mercy. No law. King Koff. No disguise. I see the rot. I see the lies. So take this poison. Swallow it whole. In a world this gone… I still own my soul. R’s up.
