[Intro — 140 BPM, E minor, distorted 808 bass slides, rapid hi-hat rolls, high-pitched synth lead enters] Whoa… okay Philly in the building, yeah Extra, extra… [Verse 1 — male vocals, heavy pitch correction, energetic and confident delivery] I'm on that extra, extra Don't know why I'm on that extra, extra Philly made, yeah, no debate I'm on the grind, ain't never stopping The people love me, that's the truth Fans, I got the speed, I got the need [bass drops out] Stackin' paper higher than the ceiling, feelin' Chasing my dreams, never yielding, dealing With the pressure on me, still I'm stealing Minute by minute, keep it real, keep peeling Off the haters now, watch 'em kneeling While I'm speeding fast, engine screaming Philly streets taught me how to keep the meaning Extra, extra, that's the only feeling [Chorus — hook, gang vocals stacked on "extra, extra" ad-libs] Extra, extra, read all about it I'm the one they talk about, no doubt, no doubt it Grind so hard they can't live without it Extra, extra, shout it loud Speed and need, I feed the fire Philly blood, I never tire Extra, extra, flying higher Extra, extra, reaching higher [Verse 2 — tighter flow, confident and sharp delivery] Woke up early, money on my mind Counting up the pennies, counting dollars I can find Rhymes so tight they leave the beat behind Flow so slick, they say I'm one of a kind From the bottom now I'm on the climb Each bar I drop is pure design Haters try to block but they decline I just keep the pace and stay aligned Extra moves, extra grooves, extra proof That the kid from Philly never soft, never aloof 808s hit hard like a heavy boot Hi-hats rattle while the synths go absolute My voice cuttin' through the roof Each lyric laced with pure truth Fans scream my name, that's the real juice Extra, extra, that's the only route [Bridge — bass slides back in, synth lead soars, reflective tone] Don't know why I'm on that extra, extra Guess it's how these streets raised me, only better Or it's just the grind that never settles Or it's the love that just keeps getting heavier Speed in my veins, need in my chest Philly made me, put me to the test Now the whole world's watchin', no rest Extra, extra… yeah, I'm blessed [Verse 3 — narrative, grounded storytelling delivery, more emotional weight] Three jobs in one summer just to keep the bills paid Momma said don't quit now, said the sacrifice gets repaid Corner store to corner office, watched the whole neighborhood shift Same block that could've broke me turned into my gift Buried my pops in August, buried doubt right beside him Turned the grief to fuel and let the hunger guide him Slept in the car twice, still I kept the vision tight Extra ain't a flex, it's just what it costs to survive the night Now the corner boys salute me when I pull up whip clean Still remember counting quarters, now I'm counting things I've seen Took the pain the block gave me, turned it into currency Built a name they can't erase, permanent as history Uncle said it's temporary, told him watch me make it last Each dollar in the bank is a receipt from the past No days off, no excuses, momma's sacrifice still pays me Extra, extra — that's the only way this Philly boy stays free [Chorus — hook, gang vocals stacked on "extra, extra" ad-libs] Extra, extra, read all about it I'm the one they talk about, no doubt, no doubt it Grind so hard they can't live without it Extra, extra, shout it loud Speed and need, I feed the fire Philly blood, I never tire Extra, extra, flying higher Extra, extra, reaching higher [Outro — distorted 808 fades, hi-hats slow, synth lead trails off] Whoa… okay I'm on that extra, extra Philly made, yeah The grind don't stop Fans, I got the speed… I got the need Extra… extra…
