Yeah, you can tell by the walk, I’m steppin’ in bold. Had to zigzag through the wreckage and cold. Took a detour, spun out, damn near lost control. Now I’m back in the lane with the pedal on go. Came through quiet like a shadow at noon. Now it’s boom like I just kicked a hole in the moon. Got folks lookin’ pale like a bride in June, Tryna act hard but you cryin’ in tune. Look, I’m pullin’ up solo, deep in the zone. Every bar hit like a knee to the dome. When I black out, bro, better leave me alone. I ain’t playin’ with these kids like a TV remote. This that up-north rhythm with a southern flex. Bare knuckle flow, leavin’ gums in check. It’s goin’ down quick, call it sudden death. I’m cuttin’ up this scene like a budget chef. You talk loud, but you ain’t done shit yet. Better hush up ‘fore the sun get set. I’m stackin’ each line like an unpaid debt. When I’m gone, they’ll say he never missed one step. I’m breathin’ fire, y’all breathin’ fumes. I don’t nap, I just plot and assume. I don’t slack, I just vanish and doom. Show up cleaner than a mop in a showroom. Who that? New jack, puttin’ boots to the map. Where I’m from, they don’t do it like that. Whole squad full of wildcards and heart attacks. I’m the type to break in with a welcome mat. I don’t even need to rap fast to snap, But I might just double-time like a trap relapse. Poppin’ out the blue like a shark fin flash. Makin’ moves like a dude with a parole batch. Straight raw, all meat, no fillers. I go numb when I write these thrillers. Y’all just flakes witherin’ away from potato peelers, But I been real since gas was a dollar fifty a liter. So pipe down, you don’t want smoke with the grill up. I’m too slick with the pitch like a dealer. Give me one mic, one light, one speaker, I’ll still shut it down like a drunk-ass tweaker. Better fall back, I ain’t tryna hear nonsense. I was eatin’ off scraps, now it’s lobster and omelets. Woke up early just to sharpen my conscience. Y’all want likes, I want contracts and options. Never look back, I don’t run no reruns. Y’all throw shade, I throw punches at tree trunks. This for every little moment they slept on, Now they tryna bandwagon like a stepson. When the beat kick, it’s full-blown tantrum. I could turn a family sitcom into a bar room anthem. Talk tough, then switch like fandoms. I keep it one hundred, y’all stuck on random. No cap, no clique, no fake smoke. This that spit ‘til your face is broke. I ain’t no joke with the insane quotes. I done walked through hell in a raincoat. Never begged for a name or a lane, bro I just paved one, call it painstroke. Now the buzz gettin’ loud like train smoke, And I ain’t done yet nah, the chain’s broke. Gotta keep movin’, I was raised in a landslide. Ain’t no blueprint, just a can’t-die. I been cut, stitched, ditched, and revived, So now I spit with the sting of a killer bee hive. I don’t dance for the crowd or the blog posts. I just burn slow like some cigar toast. Been kicked hard when I’m down, now I bar those same ones tryna ride like they cargo. Y’all live for applause, I live off the doubt. Used to pray to the sky, now I talk to the drought. Used to pace back and forth with a storm in my mouth, Now it’s “Get the hell out” when I enter the house. Ain’t no mercy, I was made for the weight. Still got scars from the blade and the scrapes. Still got friends that would trade for a taste, But I play close guard like a home run base. Still run wild like I broke my leash. Every line hit raw like an open crease. This that no-preach, no peace, whole beast, Runnin’ through the game like there’s a hole in my cleats. They don’t know the half, they just peep the frame. I was broke, still wrote through the hunger and pain. Now the stove stay lit and the pressure bang, And the hate don’t faze, I’m a weathered terrain. Still hear ‘em chirpin’ like they own the perch, But they never touch ground, never known the dirt. I been knee-deep in concrete with a hurt, Now I hit with the weight of a grudge in a verse. Don’t flinch, don’t fold, don’t fake none. I don’t talk slick, I just break drums. I don’t flex much, I just shake lungs. Every track I drop feel like fate’s gun. You ain’t gotta like me, but you gon’ know, I ain’t goin’ nowhere ‘til the sky flips below. This that long shot turned livewire show, Got the devil lookin’ nervous when I ride solo. I ain’t ask for the praise or parade float. I just cracked the cage of the insane folks. Now I’m done Doin’ Time in my mind like Sublime, Still swingin’ at the world like I hate hope. And I might, I been burned enough times, I could roast a whole crowd with a lunch line. They keep bitin’ the style, but the crunch mine. Take all their weak rhymes and stick ‘em where the sun don’t shine. I’m the last one standin’ when the drumline fades, In the rearview scream of the choices made. I was buried in the dark like an unmarked grave. Now I rise every dawn with a sling blade praise.
