[Intro] The ink on the blueprint is still wet but the foundation is shaking I saw the end in the beginning and the silence was deafening [Verse] Generational curses breaking inside a penthouse of glass Counting the cost of the climb while the ghosts of the lineage pass Plugging in to the source where the frequency vibrates a truth Woke up in a cold sweat realizing the lie of my youth Flip the script on the narrative then bury the ego in dirt Keeping it a buck when the pride is the only thing left to hurt Tapped in to the ether where the frequency meets the divide Lowkey watching the cycle of greed while the innocent slide Deadass staring at the mirror seeing a stranger in place Legacy is a heavy burden when you racing a phantom chase One hunnid percent of the spirit is fighting the weight of the chain Elevation requires a sacrifice buried inside of the rain Highkey chasing the light but the shadow is gripping my wrist Testify to the struggle then vanish like smoke in a mist [Chorus] Bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies Stacked in the basement of a dream where the profit is hollow Bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies Counting the ghosts of the greed that we promised to follow [Verse] My truth is a razor blade cutting through curtains of silk Nursing the hunger for power then drinking the sorrow like milk Slidin through dimensions where the ego is stripped to the bone Plugging the void with a diamond then sitting on a cardboard throne The blueprint was flawed from the start just a sketch of a fall Now I am reading the writing carved deep in the limestone wall In my bag with the wisdom of ancestors screaming for peace While the opps trade the secrets of souls just to secure a lease Fasho the cost of the crown is a crown of a thousand thorns Waking the sleeping giant before the new morning warns Multidimensional visions of empires turning to dust Where the only thing left in the vault is the scent of the rust Istg the weight of the world is a pebble in a giant sea Locked in the frequency now just to finally set myself free [Chorus] Bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies Stacked in the basement of a dream where the profit is hollow Bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies bodies Counting the ghosts of the greed that we promised to follow [Bridge] On god the elevation is lonely when you climb by the throat Sailing on rivers of blood in a gold plated luxury boat Keep it a buck the victory tastes like the salt of the tear Facing the mirror of truth is the only thing left to fear [Outro] The bag is full but the soul is empty The blueprint was a map to a grave Period
