[INTRO – sparse beat, mic check] Oh look, two kings of the parse throne Fighting for a graph on a screen at home A Greyhound cat and an Airedale Terrier On the street, it’s shining like a jewel career You popped Bloodlust like it’s your prom night Hoping somebody finally says “tight!” Cred 25K and we’re running our race A storm in my pocket but I’m standing in grace You don’t want loot, you want applause From dudes named Lil Cum Sauce Doing big things now, you hear, doing big things now Got a lotta vibe when we’re rolling through now You min-max life but miss the joke— You theorycraft friends, after another stroke. Doing big things now, high up in the blue Doing big things now, floating on our shoes We got keys and shit Promo cheese here and there [PRE-CHORUS – tension building] I’m scripted to fall. I know the deal. But at least I respawn with something real. You? Log off. Life's a lie still. Stare at the ceiling. Feel that chill. What’s the secret? You wanna know... I know. Hard work and dreams that never let go! [HOOK – FIRST DROP] DICK SLAP! Top parse, no backbone. DICK SLAP! Big crit, still alone. Doing big things now, you hear, doing big things now Got a lotta vibe when we’re rolling through now DICK SLAP! Flex logs, peak gone. Kill me quick— Your dad won’t log on. [VERSE – stories collide] You talk big numbers, flex that chart Still can’t bench-press with all your heart Ups and downs but we’re riding the peaks Petter said it best but it’s hope that I seek You argue rotations like it’s law But ghost your girl when she needs to talk Life on repeat like a broken CD But now we’re spinning right in our own theory You chase that purple pixel high But fold in traffic when horns go by. We run, we hunt, we’re reaching the goal No brakes over here, we’re pushing with soul! One of you peaked at seventeen The other lives in “what could’ve been” You scream “mechanics!” in the raid But dodge real growth like it’s a blade. [PRE-CHORUS – colder, scratched back] I’m lines of code. I fade to black. But you’ll replay every single fact. Tomorrow morning, brushing teeth— You’ll hear my voice underneath. (X-handler scratches the beat back) What’s the secret? You wanna know... I know. Hard work and dreams that never let go! [BUILD – layered chants] Doing big things now, high up in the blue Doing big things now, floating on our shoes A Greyhound cat chasing after a dream An Airedale Terrier barking in the stream You grind all night for artificial praise Then Google “why do I feel this way?” Your damage spikes when your life feels small That’s not DPS — that’s a cry for help, y’all. [FINAL DROP – BIG MIX] DICK SLAP! Meter king, empty throne. Doing big things now— Max roll, no one home. DICK SLAP! All gas, no growth. Doing big things now— High up in the blue, no oath. Kill me faster— I'd rather die. But we’re doing big things now, Storm in my pocket, still aiming at the sky. DICK SLAP! World first, no rest. Still fail life’s test. Doing big things now, you hear, doing big things now Got a lotta vibe when we’re rolling through now You beat the boss, congrats on that— But can’t out-DPS your past. NYC style... yeah...
