
Predator Mode
(Intro — whispered, distorted) Don’t confuse hunger with purpose. This where the lights die and the soul gets quiet. (Hook) Heart ice-cold, thoughts run feral, Night got rules but I don’t follow ‘em. Money talk louder than morals do, Every move feel criminal. Eyes low, breath slow, shadows know my name, I ain’t alive — I just move through pain. Predator mind, dead inside, This what it sound like before you wake. (Verse 1) Quick cash dreams, short fuse life, Every step feel wrong but it feel right. Pressure in my chest like a loaded sin, I don’t chase peace — I chase the win. Trust don’t live here, love don’t stay, Everybody food in a different way. I see fear when I look in faces, City taught me how to erase ‘em. Adrenaline sings when the night goes mute, Power taste sweet when you got nothin’ to lose. I don’t sleep — I wait, Mind wired wrong, heart full of hate. Every move justified by survival math, Tell myself “they’d do it back.” That’s how the lie keeps breathin’, That’s how monsters start believin’. (Hook) Heart ice-cold, thoughts run feral, Night got rules but I don’t follow ‘em. Money talk louder than morals do, Every move feel criminal. Eyes low, breath slow, shadows know my name, I ain’t alive — I just move through pain. Predator mind, dead inside, This what it sound like before you wake. (Verse 2) I don’t see people — I see leverage, Empathy buried under deficits. Pain became entertainment, Control feel better than payment. Crossed lines so often they disappeared, Conscience quiet — I trained it. Felt untouchable, mythic, cursed, Till paranoia quenched the thirst. Every sound feel like a witness, Every face feel like a threat. I smile through it, teeth clenched, This lifestyle collect debts. I told myself I chose this lane, Truth is fear just changed its name. Called it strength, called it grind, Really just runnin’ from my mind. (Bridge — slow, haunting) If you stare too long into the dark, It starts givin’ you directions. That voice ain’t guidance — it’s addiction. (Hook — final) Heart ice-cold, thoughts run feral, Night got rules but I don’t follow ‘em. Money talk louder than morals do, Every move feel criminal. Eyes low, breath slow, shadows know my name, I ain’t alive — I just move through pain. Predator mind, dead inside, This the chapter before the change. (Outro — spoken, distant) This ain’t the flex. This ain’t the win. This the moment right before awareness breaks the spell.

