[Intro — Spoken] Q..A..S.. Let that bass breathe. (Yeah!) Let’s go. [Beat Drops — Female Sample: “Bounce!”] [Hook] Bounce! — Let the whole damn room move. Bounce! — I got nothing left to prove. Bounce! — I make my own damn rules. I don’t follow no wave, I create my own groove. Bounce! — Everybody wanna know me. Bounce! — Same ones acting like they don’t see. Bounce! — Now they wanna get close, please. I was good on my own, I don’t need no cosign. I came in smooth, left the whole room talking. I don’t say much, they can tell how I’m walking. Boss shit! [Beat Stops] I ain’t coming for no nonsense. All of ‘em in awe, studying the process. I make it look easy; they don’t know what the cost is. [Verse 1 — Smooth, Heavy Bounce] I walk in cool, no rush, no pressure, Whole fit clean, but the mind’s on something clever. I don’t need a chain or to bang, I’m still heavyweight, I just came to do my thang. Let me demonstrate— Want a fade? No blade, I can set ’em straight. If we got a problem, ain’t no need to pretend, I’m a problem with resolve, that’s a dangerous blend. I know who’s really solid, who’ll defend to the end. I don’t call everybody family just because we friends. I don’t compete for attention, I compete with the clock. Every minute that I’m wasting is a piece that I lost. While they count another man’s money, I’m investing in mine. I ain’t waiting on a break, I’m just creating my time. Wait— I’m not cocky, I’m aware what I bring to the table. They confuse being humble with being weak and unstable. I can keep it respectful, but don’t mistake my patience. I give respect where it’s earned, not just based on who’s saying it. (Ad-lib: Talk to ’em!) [Pre-Hook] Hold up, wait— Let it hit, let it ride. Let the bassline talk while I slide. I don’t force the moment, I arrive. When the beat says— [Female Sample: “Bounce!”] That’s right! [Hook] Bounce! — Let the whole damn room move. Bounce! — I got nothing left to prove. Bounce! — I make my own damn rules. I don’t follow no wave, I create my own groove. Bounce! — Everybody wanna know me. Bounce! — Same ones acting like they don’t see. Bounce! — Now they wanna get close, please. I was good on my own, I don’t need no cosign. I came in smooth, left the whole room talking. I don’t say much, they can tell how I’m walking. Boss shit! [Beat Stops] I ain’t coming for no nonsense. All of ‘em in awe, studying the process. I make it look easy; they don’t know what the cost is. [Verse 2 — Harder Flow] Okay— I got plans on plans, got a hand on the wheel, Calm on the surface, but the drive is for real. I don’t need validation for the things that I build. If I said it, then I meant it; if I want it, I will. I been down, came up, never begged for a pass. Turned a bad situation to a foot on the gas. They were busy keeping score, I was building my path. Now the joke’s on the people who were betting I’d crash. (Ad-lib: Ha!) Got a pocket full of lines that’ll shake up the room. Every bar got a purpose, every punch leaves a bruise. I can walk into a beat and make the beat change its mood. They can copy what I do, but they can’t duplicate the groove. I don’t chase every trend, I don’t follow the crowd. I can turn the volume down and still stand out loud. Funny how they talk when I ain’t around, Then switch up the conversation when I come ’round. Now THAT’S bounce! I make a little go a long way, that’s leverage. Turn a setback to a setup, that’s a lesson. They want overnight success without nights of progression. I want something that lasts; they just want the impression. I got too much on the line to be playing pretend. I can lose a round, regroup, come back again. That’s the difference between a visitor and a man with a plan. I ain’t waiting for a seat; I’m the one who built the stand. [Beat Break — Female Sample: “Bounce!”] [Verse 3 — Slick Talk, Flow Switches] Look— Different energy, different pace. I don’t need the last word to put you in your place. You can win the conversation, I’ll leave you with the facts. Some people win the argument, still lose respect for that. I’m a whole different chapter, you a footnote in the margin. I was working on the engine while you polished up the bargain. You were looking for a shortcut, I was mapping out the market. Now you see the doors are open, wanna know who got the locksmith. (Ad-lib: That’s me!) I don’t need to throw shade, I can stand in the sun. I don’t need to say I’m chosen; let the work say I’m the one. If you think that I’m finished, you ain’t seen what I’ve become. I make a statement, then go quiet when it’s done. No gimmicks, no image, no acting for attention. I put truth in the booth and let the bass do the convincing. Every setback had a lesson, every loss had a message. Now I’m moving with intention; hear the confidence in every sentence. Q.A.S., put the name inside the mix. Quiet After Storms, but the storm still got a kick. I don’t need a dozen people telling me I’m it. When the beat drops
