[Intro – dark piano loop, whispered echo FX] Snap count... breathe... You hear that? That’s the Swamp holdin’ its breath. [Verse 1 – fast flow, intensity ramps] Look — I ain’t here to smile for cameras, I ain’t here to dance for clicks I’m here to break that line like chains, flip scripts like option flips Snap count silent, crowd too loud, vision cut through fog like blades I ain't playin’ ball — I’m carving fate, cleats dig deep when the thunder plays Number 2 stitched like prophecy, I don’t blink at destiny They doubted me, I loaded up — my reads hit with telepathy Pocket tight but I breathe in fire Pressure mounts and I rise up higher Slingin’ bombs from the Swamp like vengeance Tell the haters watch film — not mentions Every throw got ghosts in the spiral Legends ain’t born — they rival survival. [Pre-Chorus – spoken growl, layering builds] Don’t talk GOATs if you flinch in the huddle Don’t preach grind if you scared of struggle Lagway — I don’t just play the game I rip the roots from the frame and juggle pain [Chorus – anthemic, half-sung hook with grit] Snap count hits — BOOM, it’s war D J runnin’ like the turf’s on tour No plan B, just grit and gore Whole S E C ’bout to see what’s stored Gator blood — not made to fold Write that play like a gospel scroll Number 2? Nah, I’m coded prime Don’t need your shine, I bring my time. [Verse 2 – machine-gun flow] Step in the zone with a chip on my shoulder Helmet tight like a warhead loaded Every play got stakes like fangs I don't panic — I snap, rearrange They wanna talk hype? I talk scars Late nights, film rollin’ under stars Coach said “calm down” — I said “nah” Let me drop six and *then* I’ll talk This ain’t no fairytale — it’s fourth and pain It’s runnin’ when your knees scream “stay” It’s every eye on you at once And still... you make that throw unfazed. [Final Chorus – harder delivery, background shouts] Snap count hits — BOOM, it’s war D J runnin’ like the turf’s on tour No plan B, just grit and gore Whole S E C ’bout to see what’s stored Gator blood — not made to fold Write that play like a gospel scroll Number 2? Nah, I’m coded prime Don’t need your shine, I bring my time. [Outro – whisper layered with reverb fade] This ain’t about hype. This is about fire. This is D J. Snap. Count. Higher.
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