[Intro] [Slow, dark, pitched-down piano chords] [Heavy bass rumble beneath a ticking hi-hat] [Vocal ad-libs: Distant laughter, soft sigh, "Yeah... style check... let 'em talk."] [Verse 1] [Low, confident, melodic rap cadence] They love to whisper when I walk in the room Platitudes and fake praise, but it’s all doom Smiling to my face, looking for a way in Counting up my metrics, waiting for the cave-in I see the envy dripping off of their tongues Trying to breathe the same air in my lungs But I don’t owe a single dollar for the hype I’m a completely different breed, a whole different type. [Pre-Chorus] [808 bass drops out, sharp snare snaps build the tension] They want the crown but they can't take the weight They stay bitter while I’m clearing the plate Yeah, they talk slick behind a digital screen But nobody moves when I show on the scene. [Chorus] [Heavy 808 bass slams in, full trap percussion groove, fierce vocal delivery] So fuck them hoes, I’m chasing the check Fuck them hoes, they gonna show some respect They can stay mad, watching from the sideline I don't lose sleep, and I don't give 'em my time Yeah, fuck them hoes, clearing the floor I locked the lock and I’m shutting the door (Shutting the door...) [Verse 2] [Sultry, smooth R&B vocals over a deep sub-bass roll] Used to think that we were cutting a deal Turned your back the second things started getting real Now you're playing victim, trying to rewrite the past But a cardboard house was never gonna last Keep my name out your mouth when you’re talking to the Dean I’m the baddest on the roster, if you see what I mean No favors, no handouts, no sympathy cards I leave the weak behind while I’m reaching the stars. [Pre-Chorus] [Vocal runs and layered backing harmonies building up] They want the crown but they can't take the weight They stay bitter while I’m clearing the plate Yeah, they talk slick behind a digital screen But nobody moves when I show on the scene. [Chorus] [Full trap soul groove, high-energy, confident vocals] So fuck them hoes, I’m chasing the check Fuck them hoes, they gonna show some respect They can stay mad, watching from the sideline I don't lose sleep, and I don't give 'em my time Yeah, fuck them hoes, clearing the floor I locked the lock and I’m shutting the door. [Bridge] [Beat drops out entirely, just an atmospheric, reversed synth loop] [Sultry, whispered vocal style] Look at you now. Looking real small. Waiting for the day that you see me fall? [Hi-hats stutter back in fast and aggressive] Keep waiting. [Passionate vocal belt with heavy reverb] 'Cause I’m taking it all! Yeah, I’m taking it all. [Instrumental Break] [Smooth, pitched-down vocal samples cutting through a heavy 808 and hi-hat triplet groove] [Chorus] [Climax, maximum vocal power, layered harmonies, heavy bass] So fuck them hoes, I’m chasing the check Fuck them hoes, they gonna show some respect They can stay mad, watching from the sideline I don't lose sleep, and I don't give 'em my time Yeah, fuck them hoes, clearing the floor I locked the lock and I’m shutting the door! [Outro] [Beat fades back into the dark intro piano chords] [Melancholic R&B vocal runs fading into echoes] Yeah, fuck them hoes. Chasing the check. Show some respect. We're done here. [Final heavy 808 thud, then total silence]
