[Intro] (Distant train horn… slow guitar… low piano… heartbeat…) Yeah… ‘Seventeen… When it got real quiet… that’s when it got loud… ⸻ [Verse 1] Lil’ homie booked… sittin’ upstate locked… Two flat years… yeah he eat that clock… Left his main chick… pockets on E… Bills piled up… fridge lookin’ weak… Shorty hit my line… I already peeped… Said “I play it low… if you run it with me…” I said “one code… we don’t link, no meets… We stay ghosts… never touch them streets…” Set a low crib… tucked on the east… Dead lil’ block…where we won’t get fleeced… No lights flick… no neighbors nosy… A small stash house… little spots cozy… ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] (Hi-hats creep… tension hum…) Burner chirp… no words, just tone… Play it silent… in the danger zone… ⸻ [Chorus] (Heavy 808s… slow bounce…) Quiet bread… yeah we kept it sealed… Trap house tucked… never got revealed… She’d drop the pack… then ghost the scene… I slide through later… count that green… No traffic… no talk… no trace left… Movin’ like smoke… no face, no rep… Never loud… stayed under radar… Built it brick by brick… no cap, no scar… ⸻ [Verse 2] Shorty slide through… late night creep… Y-town runs… then she backseat deep… Stash it up… then she dip real fast… Quick lil’ ping… “it’s there”… that’s that… I take the long way… double back twice… Ain’t no rush… that’s how you stay nice… Grab my cut… leave hers right there… Same play runnin’… yeah we kept it fair… Never crossed paths… not once, no lie… That’s how you eat… and don’t get fried… Two whole years… no heat, no scene… Just low talk paper… me and the Queen… ⸻ [Bridge] (Beat drops… eerie piano… wind…) Silence pay… but it come with ghosts… Calm waters hide what hurt you the most… ⸻ [Verse 3] Stacked my chips… built it up slow… Now I’m tapped in… got plugs on both… One from the D… one hold Y-town… Both lines tight… no slip, no sound… But luck turn quick… that wheel gon’ spin… Got that call… D plug got pinned… Seven to fifteen… yeah he gone sit down… Now one line left… in that Y-town… ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] (Heartbeat faster…) When it feel too smooth… that’s when it crack… That’s when fate come creepin’ right up your back… ⸻ [Final Chorus] (Full intensity…) Quiet bread… but the tension loud… Rearview check… every car in a crowd… Back roads twist… through the dark unknown… Long way drivin’… just to make it home… Too smooth now… I don’t trust that feel… When it get too calm… it ain’t too real… From small-time flips… to a bigger plate… Built it silent… dodgin’ fate… ⸻ [Outro] (Engine idle… gravel crunch…) Yeah… Eyes open… Foot light… Now I ride solo… In a game still tight…
