Intro – Aggressive cinematic / hype Wheel locked tight, steel grip on the lane, BobbyThaTruth back — 509 runnin’ my vein. Lights low, bass crack, strings cut like knives, If I torch a bridge, at least I lit my life. Verse 1 – Hard rap / street flex Backseat ridin' with the smoke rolled tight, Shorty in the front, and her vibe so right. I don't chase nothin' but the paper and the highs, If you ain't talkin' wins, don't look in my eyes. Poppin' out fresh, clean like the rain, Talk real slick but I move with the fire. They be whisperin' low, I ain't hearin' their names, I be out where it's loud, where we bleed through the pain. Pre-Hook From the gutter to the glow-up, I paid all dues, Now it's champagne spills on the brand new shoes. No rules, just moves — I don't fold, I bruise, This life ain't luck, it's the path I choose. Hook – Whoa-inspired / Explicit Like whoa, when I pull up slow Middle finger up high — let the whole world know Chain swing heavy, yeah the game been raw I ain't sorry for the way I live, nah Verse 2 – Ride-or-die / Dual voice Six months gone, back with the heat, Jenks on my side, we don't accept defeat. Lost mama, lost A, pain still hits hard, But we bounce, flex, run the fucking yard. Boy you play your games like a king with no crown, Talk big in the club but you quiet when it's down. I still dance with the devil on Saturday nights, Pour a shot for the lost, toast to wrongs and fights. Bridge – Chant / Build / Explicit Run if you need, hide if you can, We’re all sinners with blood on our hands. Love me, then hate me — shit stays the same, I’ll die on my throne in this runaway game. Verse 3 – Full Swagger / Gangsta Flex Back in the spot, bar fully stacked, Tips heavy, beats loud, bass got your back. Pour shots for the real, fuck the fake-ass crew, Eyes on me, yeah, they know what I do. Fake friends talk, I don’t hear a damn word, Circle tight, real only get served. Bounce with the night, bass hittin’, floor quake, BobbyThaTruth — back, baby, make no mistake. Final Hook – Explosive / Explicit Like whoa, when I pull up slow Middle finger up high — let the whole world know Chain swing heavy, yeah the game been raw I ain't sorry for the way I live, nah Outro – Slow Fade / Half-Sung Pour it up, light it up, truth ugly in the glow, City on tilt when I pull in slow. Middle finger up high — let the world know, BobbyThaTruth — booth flames insane, watch me go.
