[Intro: Low male voice, dry close-mic, deadpan spoken delivery, no melody] Yeah... Get out my face. Don't hit my line. Nah. [Chorus: Rhythmic monotone rap, low raspy voice, clipped syllables, tight staccato flow, slightly behind the beat, no singing] Five bars, still can't reach me (fuck no) Got my handle, can't hold me (hell no) Fuck your love, you don't know me Don't hit my line, don't hit my line Five bars, still can't reach me (nah) Keep your feed, keep your feelings (yeah) Went ghost, now they all wanna see me Don't hit my line, don't hit my line [Verse 1: Fast choppy underground rap, deep dry baritone, rapid syllable bursts, sharp consonants, cold detached attitude, minimal pitch variation] Whole lotta mutuals, ain't shit mutual All them fake hearts, that shit ain't usual You got receipts? Bitch, I ain't buyin' Left you on read, ain't even tryin' [Flow switch: Faster delivery, tightly packed syllables, aggressive rhythmic precision, no shouting] Keep your check-ins, keep that fake concern Bridges got burned, let the Wi-Fi burn Everybody linked, ain't nobody close Too many friends, still feel like a ghost [Flow switch: Lower register, slightly dragged timing, punchy consonants, cold dismissive tone] They talk that shit, I don't give a fuck Keep my shit locked, don't need your trust You want the truth? Get your ass offline I cut that thread, now the silence mine [Chorus: Deadpan repetitive rap hook, clipped rhythmic phrasing, flat low pitch, subtle doubled vocals, no melodic singing] Five bars, still can't reach me (fuck no) Got my handle, can't hold me (hell no) Fuck your love, you don't know me Don't hit my line, don't hit my line Five bars, still can't reach me (nah) Keep your feed, keep your feelings (yeah) Went ghost, now they all wanna see me Don't hit my line, don't hit my line [Bridge: Deep near-spoken delivery, dry intimate vocals, short pauses, faint pitched-down doubles] Keep that follow, keep that like You don't know shit 'bout my life I got bars, I got bars Still locked up inside my mind [Outro: Low monotone rap, minimal vocal processing, repeated clipped phrases, gradual fade] Don't hit my line, don't hit my line Five bars, still doin' time Keep your love, fuck your lies Got my handle, can't hold me (Fuck no...) (Can't hold me...) (Nah...)
