Been there/D0n3 Th@t

[Intro – Low, Bitter] I know they tired of me. I would be. I’m the one who show up empty and ask what’s for dinner. Whole world movin’ and I’m stuck like a splinter. [Verse 1] I know my boys get sick of the calls, Every time I hit it’s like, “Damn, again y’all?” CashApp beggin’, lookin’ like shame, I say it’s short-term — but it feel the same. Every group plan, I ghost last minute, Not ‘cause I don’t care — I just can’t be in it. Can’t split the bill, can’t pitch for gas, Can’t take a shot when the check swing past. I hear the silence, I see the looks, They talk around me like I missed that hook. Like I’m the one draggin’ the vibe through dirt, Too proud to cry, too broke to flirt. I got dreams, man — I really do, But what’s ambition if you can’t pull through? Got thoughts like a storm, bars like truth, But the stats don’t match and that’s the proof. No streams, no fans, no checks, no clout, Just late night rants with my soul spilled out. They say “Keep grindin’” — cool, but how When it feel like climbin' with a chain tied down? My opinion solid, but my pockets ain’t, Tryna paint a future with a brush that’s faint. What do I say when they call me a bum? That I’m built for more? That my time gon’ come? That I’m not just a burden or an open palm, That I got more to give than some borrowed calm? It’s hard to believe when I’m stuck in place, Starvin’ on pride and a paper plate. [Interlude –Beat change] I ain’t lazy. I ain’t lost. I just been... held down. Too long. Too loud. They don’t see the hours. They don’t hear the gears. They just see the broke, And the wasted years. But I still got teeth. Still got fight. Still got this verse. Still got tonight. [Hook] Been there, done that, broke as hell Tired as fuck, still won't tell Held it in ‘til my chest went black Still ten toes with the world on my back Done cried, done begged, done scraped, done fought Ain’t no shame in the pain I bought Still here, still loud, still rough, still cracked They can talk all they want — I won’t crack Been there, done that, heart gone sore Soul worn thin but I still want more Clock won’t stop and the dream don’t sleep So I punch this beat ‘til the cut run deep [Verse 2] Roaches on the wall, I name ‘em now, Cracks in the ceiling like the ones in my vows. Fridge hum loud, but it don’t cool shit, Chicken smell off — I still eat it. Handouts stretch from the ones I love, Smile when I take ‘em, feel less than enough. Every “you got this” hit different these days, When I’m scared of the dream I swore I’d chase. Been sayin’ “I’m close” for like five damn years, While my boys bought whips and I drown in beers. Every win feel fake, every post feel forced, Can’t sleep on hope when your bed’s the floor. Blame Dad for the drink, blame Mom for the silence, Blame fate for the weight, blame youth for the violence. But nah — that’s weak. That’s fear in disguise. I’m grown now. And that shame? That’s mine. Could’ve done more, yeah, I’ll say it loud. Could’ve fought harder, could’ve made ‘em proud. But I bottled too long, now I burst on the page, This pen my weapon, this voice my rage. I’m still broke. I’m still stalled. But I still believe there’s a light past the crawl. So I spit what I live, every cut, every scar, ‘Cause fuck just surviving — I’m reachin’ for stars. [Hook – Reprise, Slower, Weightier] Been there, done that, broke as hell Tired as fuck, still won't tell Held it in ‘til my chest went black Still ten toes with the world on my back Done cried, done begged, done scraped, done fought Ain’t no shame in the pain I bought Still here, still loud, still rough, still lack They can talk all they want — I won’t crack Been there, done that, soul on fire Pressure don’t break me, it builds desire Clock still runnin’, and the dream don’t sleep So I write these bars ‘til I earn that peace [Outro – Spoken Low, Reflective] It ain’t about the fall. It’s about whether I stay there. And I ain’t stayin’. Not this time. [Long instrumental begins — slow, gritty, reflective, fading into distance]