[Intro] Oww Shit,, yeah its time for this part, I Paid, I Trusted, What do you do in return,? Run Back to him... Again and Again I Can only blame myself KB Street-With-Class I paid for the dream, not the object itself. Not for some favor to put on a shelf. I thought we were building, that changed the math. Now every receipt pulls me back to that. [Verse 1 – 8 bars] I was not tricked by a random plea. I moved like you were my reality. That is why money cuts deeper now. It carried a meaning you kill somehow. Rent was not rent in the frame I saw. It was me holding us through the hard part. Same with the things that I helped you get. I paid with belief, not paper yet. [Pre-Hook – 4 bars] That is why the number hits like proof. Every amount got tied to truth. Not just cash, but trust I spent. Now all of it feels misrepresented. [Hook – 8 bars] I paid for the dream, that is why it burns. Not for a favor with nothing returned. I paid like the future was taking shape. Now all I hold is the cost and weight. I paid for the dream, not the item name. The bill stayed real when the bond got changed. That is what keeps my chest this tight. I funded a hope that died overnight. [Verse 2 – 8 bars] Do not reduce it to gifts and things. That cheapens the whole damn gravity. I gave because I thought I had my place. Not some side role with a blurred-out face. You do not cover that kind of weight for a maybe bond that might not stay. I was investing in what felt shared. That is the point that still sits there. [Verse 3 – 8 bars] And now you act like it was my call. Like none of it says what was there at all. But context matters and timing too. Why would I move like that if not for you? If I was just some useful hand, why speak to me like I was your man? That is the split that keeps me tense. Your story changed, but the proof still sits. [Hook – 8 bars] I paid for the dream, that is why it burns. Not for a favor with nothing returned. I paid like the future was taking shape. Now all I hold is the cost and weight. I paid for the dream, not the item name. The bill stayed real when the bond got changed. That is what keeps my chest this tight. I funded a hope that died overnight. [Verse 4 – 8 bars] I hate how numbers sharpen pain. Every total drags the truth back in. One line on paper, one memory. One charge tied straight to what you said to me. So when I cut support, that is not spite. That is me stepping back from the lie. You said you stand, you said you cope. Then do your thing without my hope. [Verse 5 – 8 bars] This goes past you, I know that now. Too many people take what they can. They love your reach, they love your care. Then act confused when you ask what that meant. That is why my giving changed its form. Less open hand, more closed-off guard. Because once you watch your heart fund smoke, you stop confusing need with love. [Hook – 8 bars] I paid for the dream, that is why it burns. Not for a favor with nothing returned. I paid like the future was taking shape. Now all I hold is the cost and weight. I paid for the dream, not the item name. The bill stayed real when the bond got changed. That is what keeps my chest this tight. I funded a hope that died overnight. [Bridge – 12 bars] I can admit I chose to give. That part is mine, I will not dodge it. But choice gets framed by what feels true. And I was moving in trust with you. That is the detail I will not drop. You do not get to erase that part. You do not get to call me blind for reading depth in your words at the time. So now I separate want from fact. I separate warmth from a practiced act. And any price that leaves my hand will never move without clear intent. [Verse 6 – 8 bars] From here on out, help has a line. No blurred-out bond, no silent bind. No hidden deal inside my chest. No paying twice for false progress. If I show up, it gets defined. No vague future, no borrowed light. I paid once hard, I learned that rate. Now every door gets weighed by truth. [Pre-Hook – 4 bars] That is why the number hits like proof. Every amount got tied to truth. Not just cash, but trust I spent. Now all of it feels misrepresented. [Hook – 8 bars] I paid for the dream, that is why it burns. Not for a favor with nothing returned. I paid like the future was taking shape. Now all I hold is the cost and weight. I paid for the dream, not the item name. The bill stayed real when the bond got changed. That is what keeps my chest this tight. I funded a hope that died overnight. [Outro – 4 bars] So keep the spin, I know what it cost. I know what broke when the meaning dropped. It was never the money that cut this deep. It was what I thought that money meant.
