“When a man hungry long enough… he stop askin’ permission.” Yeah… nah… I been ready. I was broke as fuck, pockets full of lint Mama cryin’ in the kitchen over unpaid rent Stomach growlin’, pride louder than a bitch Hard up, nah, I ain’t never been rich Wood. Cold nights, hot head, no sleep Street code heavy, I don’t talk, I keep Pressure make diamonds, or it make you fold I ain’t fold yet, heart too cold Ah. Bitch I was raised where the lights stay dim Where the strong eat first and the weak get slim Nah I don’t beg, I don’t ask, I move When you ain’t got shit, what you got to lose? “You either run the night… or the night run you.” I don’t run from nothin’ — I run through it Hard times hit, I move stupid Fuck fear, I been proven When the world go dark, I’m movin’ I don’t run from nothin’ — I run through it Hard times hit, I move stupid Nah bitch, I ain’t losin’ When the bass drop low, I’m movin’ Same city, same heat, same hunger Same block, same storm, same thunder I don’t cry when the pressure stack I adapt, bounce back, snap back Wood! Nah, I ain’t soft in the chest Been tested by stress, still blessed World cold, I ain’t froze I learned how to breathe through smoke Every step like a gamble Every move got a sample Of the pain I dismantle Turn scars into ammo Ah. When that bass start wobblin’, I don’t panic Heart beat sync with the static Fast life, no manual I survive mechanical I don’t run from nothin’ — I run through it Hard times hit, I move stupid Fuck fear, I been proven When the world go dark, I’m movin’ Now the drums bang harder, heart pump quicker Life hit foul, I hit back sicker Bitch I was built from the bottom dirt Every loss made the grind work Nah! Speed up, feet up, I don’t stall Stand tall when the shadows crawl Every fall just made me rise Every scar just sharpened eyes Wood. I ain’t scared of the chase I’m ahead of the race If the world turn cold I still set the pace I ain’t runnin’ from nothin’ no more Nah, I kick down the door When the bass go crazy and the drums go war I’m alive when the speakers roar I don’t run from nothin’ — I run through it Hard times hit, I move stupid Nah bitch, I ain’t losin’ When the bass drop low, I’m movin’ “Pressure don’t break real ones.” Nah. ----------------------------© 2026 xburgermanx------------------------------------
