(Intro) [The sound of rain and distant sirens fades in, slowly blending with a dark, cinematic synth pad. A deep, pitched-down vocal sample echoes: "They see the outcome... not the process..."] *[A hard, fast-paced drum loop and a deep 808 bassline drop suddenly. Tempo is around 140 BPM](Hook) Yeah, they talk about pressure, I was born in the eye of the storm Built a kingdom from rubble they left on the lawn Yeah, they talk about levels, I just build me a couple more floors Used to knock, now I'm kicking down doors This ain't luck, it's the blueprint, the status I chase Wipe the mud from my face, put the crown in its place From the concrete jungle, hear the bass and the backbone Came a long way from a cracked phone. (Verse 1) Yo, check the narrative, used to be static and grey Now the panoramic view from the flat's looking cinematic, mate Used to dodge pagans on road, now it's accolades Still got the same hunger from my grafting days They were sleeping on the kid, deep hibernation Now they see the whip and it's a new vibration Gassed up, talking 'bout who's next in line But the clock's on my wrist and it's my time to shine I remember cold nights, just a Pot Noodle and a vision Making bare noise, causing a division They said "Stick to the script," but I wrote my own pages Turned my minimum wages to headline stages Big man ting, but I move with a silent focus They throw shade but the sun's on me, it's hopeless Built this from the ground up, brick by brick, you get me? Don't you ever forget me. (Hook) 'Cause they talk about pressure, I was born in the eye of the storm Built a kingdom from rubble they left on the lawn Yeah, they talk about levels, I just build me a couple more floors Used to knock, now I'm kicking down doors This ain't luck, it's the blueprint, the status I chase Wipe the mud from my face, put the crown in its place From the concrete jungle, hear the bass and the backbone Came a long way from a cracked phone. (Verse 2) They see the glow up, think it happened overnight Didn't see the dark days, the struggle, and the fight The new plate on the motor is a two-five But the mindset's still '09, do or die More P's, more problems, the cliché is real Snakes in the grass trying to see how the commas feel Circle got smaller, vision got clearer The man in the mirror's my only true fearer I'm a product of the ends where the hope is thin So I walk in the room like I'm chosen to win This ain't for the clout, this is legacy building For the mandem, the family, my future children They want the old me back, the one they could manage But this version's evolved, doing untold damage To the charts, to the critics, to the whole damn system Listen, I'm the glitch in the algorithm. (Bridge) [The beat strips back to just the synth pad and a filtered, pulsing 808] Heavy is the head that wears the crown, they say... But my neck's built different, I can carry the weight. Through the wind and the rain, I never lost my faith Turned every single L into a figure of eight. Infinity. Energy. They can't get rid of me. This is more than a melody, it's the remedy. (Hook) [The full beat drops back in, harder and more intense than before, with ad-libs in the background: "Yeah!", "Let's get 'em!"] 'Cause they talk about pressure, I was born in the eye of the storm Built a kingdom from rubble they left on the lawn Yeah, they talk about levels, I just build me a couple more floors Used to knock, now I'm kicking down doors This ain't luck, it's the blueprint, the status I chase Wipe the mud from my face, put the crown in its place From the concrete jungle, hear the bass and the backbone Came a long way from a cracked phone. (Outro) [Beat begins to fade out, leaving just the heavy sub-bass and the main synth melody] Yeah... From a cracked phone... to a different tax code. The backbone. They know the status. Gone. [The sound of rain returns and fades to silence]
