[Intro] [Retro 90s boom-bap beat, vinyl crackle, DJ scratching, deep 808 thump] (Muffled hype-ad-libs…) Yeah… they sleepin’… Wake ’em up… shhh… [DJ Horn + Orchestral Hit + Heavy Kick Drop] [Verse 1 — Male Vocal 1: Aggressive Old-School Hype-Rap Cadence] [Staccato delivery, loud emphasis hits, punch-in ad-libs, retro compression] I used to walk through the rain, holes in my soles (YEAH!) Now I glide in the Wraith, crushin’ their goals (CRUSH ‘EM!) They threw dirt on my name, tried to bury the kid They didn’t know I start grindin’ when they call me shit! (WOO!) Remember nights on the block, pockets on E Now the liquidity flowin’ like the sea. (HA!) I don’t talk to the snakes, I just chop off the head Keep the circle tight, stackin’ up the bread. You was laughin’ back then? What’s funny right now? Got the crown on my head—watch the peasants bow. (BOW DOWN!) [Chorus — Layered Vocals: Anthemic 90s Hook, Call-and-Response] [Hard drum loop, stacked hype shouts, female harmonies echoing] It’s the PAYBACK! (WHAT?!) Comin’ for everything they said I wouldn’t have! (YUH!) It’s the PAYBACK! (OKAY!) Look at the math, you can check the graph! Startin’ from the bottom, now we touchin’ the sky Stack it up deep, watch the money pile high. I don’t give a FUCK what a hater gotta say It’s payday, baby—get out the way! (MOVE!) [Verse 2 — Male Vocal 2: Emotional, Intense 90s Street-Flow] [Auto-tune lightly blended, gritty analog saturation, menacing delivery] (Sound of lighter flick…) No mercy, I’m thirsty, drinkin’ up the blood (YUH!) Drag ’em through the trenches, leave ’em in the mud. (MUD!) Pockets fat like a tumor, startin’ rumors I’m a shark in the tank, you just a bloomer. I got ice on my neck, froze the equator Tell the waiter, “More steak for the alligator.” (CHOMP!) I was broke? Nah— I was just loadin’ the clip Now I’m sailin’ on the money, call it a ship. Brain erratic, static, automatic flow (BRRRRAT!) If life is a beach, I’m the CEO. Got stars in the roof, I’m an astronaut Cookin’ up the pot, look at what I bought! (BLING!) [Bridge — Female Vocals: 90s R&B Sass] [Beat drops to bass + finger snaps, airy harmonies layered] Oh, you callin’ me now? (BRRR-RING…) Sorry, can’t hear you over the crowd. (SO LOUD!) Used to look past me, now you wanna stare— Talk to the hand, talk to the air. We elevate, you hesitate Watch us eat while you scrape the plate. (Bye-bye!) [Guitar Solo — 90s Rap-Rock Fusion] [Overdriven funk guitar riffing over boom-bap drums] [Final Chorus — All Vocals, Maximum Energy] [Layered gang shouts, DJ scratches, stacked harmonies] It’s the PAYBACK! (WHAT?!) Comin’ for everything they said I wouldn’t have! (YUH!) It’s the PAYBACK! (OKAY!) Look at the math, you can check the graph! Startin’ from the bottom, now we touchin’ the sky Stack it up deep, watch the money pile high. I don’t give a FUCK what a hater gotta say It’s payday, baby—get out the way! [Outro] [Vinyl crackle, low 808 rumble fading out] (Yeah…) (Yeah…)
