What I feel

[Intro: Chopped-up soul sample loops, vinyl crackle, nostalgic keys fading in] (What I feel...) (In my soul...) (I can't replicate...) (What I hear...) (Is all...) (That I've been through...) (Aye) (Aye) [Verse 1: Texas-style rolling hi-hats, deep 808 stabs, hard-hitting trap snares] It's a Monday, 5 AM, Gotta work for the hustle, ain't got no helping hand. Shit, I gotta wrestle with the thoughts, "I am", Tussle with a monster, but I put him in a slam. [Verse 2: Soulful sample chops subtly reintroduced, weaving in and out] Had a couple bitches, they was fully locked in. Still I'm hurting double, so I couldn't let em in. Can't be a boss and knight at the same time. Better choose yo role, she got options, this ain't play time. [Chorus: Soulful sample fully opens up, gospel harmonies layered] What I feel... In my soul... I can't replicate... What I hear... Is all... That I've been through... [Verse 3: Dark, moody piano chords creeping in, tension rising] It was creeping up on me, but I knew I had a shadow. Chasing all my dreams, shit, he waiting for the downfall. Guess I gotta keep the pace, I never wanna swallow. Any of my pride, cause I know that I can stand tall. [Verse 4: Drums fully reintroduce, with extra percussion—shakers, deep congas for texture] Bitches they was bitches, till they found out I had game. Just cause you ain't rich don't mean a shortie won't crave. All of your desire... All of your craze... Bitch, I'm up a bottle. I keep it full throttle. [Final Chorus: Soul sample reaches full volume, choir harmonies swelling up] What I feel... In my soul... I can't replicate... What I hear... Is all... That I've been through... [Outro: Soul sample filters out, like a memory slipping away] What I feel... In my soul... I can't replicate... What I hear... Is all... That I've been through...