⸻ HUMBLE B.M.O.R.E. [INTRO] (Bathroom. Faucet dripping. Mirror. Almost no beat.) Nathaniel (talking): Aye… Come here. Look at yourself. One hundred thousand plays… (laughs) Why wasn’t it a million? … Don’t let that shit get to your head. You ain’t finished. (silence) ⸻ [SOUL BUILD] Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeahhhhhhhhhhhh… Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeahhhhhhhhhhhh… Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeahhhhhhhhhhhh… (heavy reverb… stereo delay… heartbeat…) Deep breath… … (808 SLAMS.) ⸻ [VERSE 1] Greenmount raised me, gravel in the grammar, every sentence scarred, Concrete taught lessons teachers couldn’t put on report cards. Johns Hopkins baby, first breath already a comeback, Life threw hooks early—I learned how to counter-punch all that. Yat Gaw Mein steam while the windows fog the whole ride, Chicken box grease on the fingers, still chasing a gold sky. Dollar crabs Sunday, everybody arguing then laughing, Dreams looked impossible ’til somebody finally started asking. Yeah… yeah… yeah… You said stay humble… I stayed hungry. Difference. Built every brick while they measured me with rulers, Now the room change temperature every time I move through it. ⸻ [MIRROR] Nathaniel: You smiling too much. B.M.O.R.E.: I’m breathing. Nathaniel: 100K ain’t enough. B.M.O.R.E.: Neither am I. ⸻ [VERSE 2 — BLACKOUT] Yeeeeah… Back in the bag with a battery packed in the back of the trunk of ambition, Cracking the pattern, attacking the track with a passionate mathematical vision. Switching the rhythm, I’m bending the sentence, then stretching it over percussion, Making the pocket collapse from the pressure while keeping the soul in discussion. Greenmount echo every vowel, Whole block live inside the cadence now. Pain turned pages into pavement maps, Now every metaphor finding its way back. I ain’t borrow voices. I buried mine. Then dug it up polished. You hearing confidence… I’m hearing survival. ⸻ [HOOK] Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah… When I step in the room… Watch the whole vibe shift… Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah… Every scar got rhythm… Every loss got gift… Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah… Baltimore breathing… Inside my lungs… Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah… B.M.O.R.E. ain’t talking… The city talking through one. ⸻ [VERSE 3 — NO FILTER] You wanted polished… Life handed rust. You wanted comfort… Life handed us dust. Now every syllable dragging the weight of the nights we survived, Every cadence switching like crossroads where brothers decide. Mirror keep telling me chill… Heart keep saying go. Nathaniel whisper… “Stay humble.” B.M.O.R.E. whisper… “I know… …but I finally know who I am.” (Beat cuts.) Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh… (Fade.) ⸻
