[INTRO] Let 'em talk. [VERSE 1] Rumors got a mouth, mine don't need a rebuttal Whole lotta fiction getting dressed up as the truth Name in conversation, must've earned some circulation Funny how they study somebody they don't really know Let 'em drag it through the dirt, still came out with the same shoes Mud don't change the sole, just shows what the road been through Everybody got opinions, none of 'em pay the rent Why would I lose sleep over a sentence somebody sent? Too composed for the chaos, too established for the panic They can paint whatever picture, never change the way I stand in it [HOOK] Talk if you want, Say what you say. Name in your mouth, Still ain't in my way. Drag it through the mud, Watch it hit the ground. Still ten toes, Still holding it down. No explanation, No justification. Comfortable with the truth, Fuck the interpretation. Talk if you want, Let the whole room hear it. If the shoe fits somebody, I ain't gotta wear it. [VERSE 2] Heard this, heard that, heard a whole lotta nothing Gossip move quick when the facts ain't running Everybody got a source, nobody got the source Funny how the story changes every time it leaves the porch They can stretch the story, still can't stretch the facts Put a hundred twists on it, still won't change the past No need to chase a rumor, rumors chase attention Give 'em nothing back, now the silence got 'em guessing Not bothered by the whispers, never built around approval If the truth makes somebody uncomfortable, that's their removal Some wanna pull you backward when they see you moving forward Hands reaching for the ankles, still the feet keep going upward [VERSE 3] Confidence ain't volume, it's the calm behind the statement No need to sell the image when the image got foundation They can call it arrogance, they can call it whatever Labels don't define the product, especially when it's pressure-tested Drag the name, drag the past, drag everything attached Still can't drag the future backwards once the wheels already turned No mudslinging back, no circus, no performance Some battles lose their value when you realize they aren't important Let the chatter fill the room, let the noise become exhausting When the talking finally ends, still the same one standing [OUTRO] They talked. I kept moving. They dragged it. I kept standing. That's it.
