[Verse 1] We both felt it. Only one of us pretended it was still a deal. Old handshake, warm eyes, optional vow. I kept the grip like that made it count somehow. After the handshake I learned the picture could pose while the promise packed light and got gone down the road. Now you’re here with a hold that don’t flinch when I shake. Different room. Same crack. I still test the weight. [Pre-Chorus] The grip can be real and the vow still fake. I’m done confusing the two. [Chorus] After the handshake, I keep both stories straight. One left the key in the room and called it fate. One sat through the cost and didn’t take a piece. After the handshake, I know the difference in the reach. Real hands. Real stay. That’s the only deal I make. [Verse 2] I can still feel the old click in my wrist. How a yes can pose for a camera and miss. You don’t perform the hold. You just hold. That’s why my body argues even when I’m told. I lined the evidence up on the floor of the night. Broken vow. Open door. You choosing to sit tight. I’m not rewriting the fall so this lands clean. I’m letting both be true in the same damn scene. [Rap] Handshake number one: the promise was optional. Handshake number two: you stayed when I got impossible. I don’t need a speech. I need the grip to remain when I turn my face away and wait out the rain. After the handshake, I ain’t selling the past. I’m just done calling every open hand a trap. [Chorus] After the handshake, I keep both stories straight. One left the key in the room and called it fate. One sat through the cost and didn’t take a piece. After the handshake, I know the difference in the reach. Real hands. Real stay. That’s the only deal I make. [Outro] The grip was real. The promise is the part I check.
