BAD NEWS

[HOOK — IMMEDIATE / AGGRESSIVE] Bad news— guess who just walked in? Whole room changed when the doors swung open. Bad news— don't ask what I'm drinking. Put it on my tab, you know I'm not thinking. Black car outside, engine still running. Money on the floor, girls say I'm stunning. I don't cause problems— I just look good when they start coming. [VERSE 1 — FAST RAP / HEAVY] Walk in— bass hit. Flashbulbs— click, click. New whip— black tint. Whole fit— too sick. I don't need a bodyguard, I need somebody to carry all the stupid shit I bought because I got bored in the lobby. New chain swinging like it knows it's expensive. Your man keeps staring— bro, control your expression. I came for the night, not a conversation. You came for attention? Wrong destination. Bartender knows the face. DJ knows the song. Security knows the car. Everybody knows I'm gone. I don't check prices. Prices check me. I don't chase rooms. Rooms make space for me. [PRE-HOOK — BUILD] Don't get comfortable. I get unpredictable. One minute I'm laughing— next minute I'm invisible. You hear that bass? That's not the speakers. That's Raven walking in with another bad idea. [HOOK — HARDER] Bad news— guess who just walked in? Whole room changed when the doors swung open. Bad news— don't ask what I'm drinking. Put it on my tab, you know I'm not thinking. Black car outside, engine still running. Money on the floor, girls say I'm stunning. I don't cause problems— I just look good when they start coming. [VERSE 2 — FASTER / SAVAGE] I got expensive habits and suspicious timing. Two phones ringing— both of them declining. “Where you at?” Somewhere you can't afford. “What you driving?” Something you can't ignore. Pull up— engine growling. Step out— whole crowd crowding. Girl said, “Raven, you're trouble.” I said, “Finally, somebody paying attention.” I don't flex for the internet. I flex because I can. If the night gets boring— I change the whole plan. New club. New city. Same damn energy. If they want the old me— that's ancient history. My watch says midnight. My bank says keep going. My face says nothing. My lifestyle says everything. [BEAT CUT] Wait— who invited me? [SHORT SILENCE] Oh. Right. Nobody has to. [DROP] [FINAL VERSE — RAP / ABSOLUTE CHAOS] Floor shaking, glass breaking, bass hitting like a warning. I walked in calm— left the whole place talking. No entourage. No explanation. Just one car, one name, one reservation. I don't need luck. I have timing. I don't need hype. I have volume. I don't need permission. I already moved. By the time you figure out the play— I'm somewhere new. Cash out. Lights down. DJ— run it back. One more round. Then another. Then another— [BEAT CUT] Actually... forget the limit. [FINAL DROP — MAXIMUM] BAD NEWS. BAD NEWS. BAD NEWS. [RAVEN — LOW / COLD] You should've left earlier. [FINAL 808 SLAM] [EVERYTHING CUTS]