Verse 1 (light adlibs + echoes): I was thirteen, sleepin’ next to a .38 (uh-huh) Whole crib smell like trauma, ain't no clean slate (real talk) Mama cryin’ in the kitchen, bills stacked like bricks (stacked) I was writin’ bars in blood, not no TikTok skits (nah) Niggas laughed at my pain, now they quote my shit (facts) I was broke with a dream, now I’m known for grit (yuh) I ain’t rap for applause, I rap 'cause I’m cursed (cursed...) Every beat I touch feel like ridin’ in a hearse (ride slow) Still duckin’ warrants, still facin’ my past (still) Still got homies in the dirt, still pray they at last (rest up) Still got heat in the trunk, still got rage in my pen (loaded) Still got verses that’ll make the reaper spin (spin back) I ain’t fold, I ain’t flinch, I ain’t play by the book (never) I just spit what I lived, every scar, every look (every one) They want punchlines, I give 'em flashbacks and grief (flashbacks) I’m the echo of the block when it’s cryin’ through its teeth (cryin’...) I seen niggas turn ghost, seen loyalty fade (fade out) Seen love turn to war, seen hope get played (played out) I ain’t never had a lane, I just carved out my own (my own) With a mic and a prayer and a heart made of stone (cold hearted) --- 🎤 Hook (spoken, with echo trail): Still ain’t folded (folded...) Still ain’t fake (fake...) Still got trauma I ain’t tryna shake (shake...) Still got heat in the trunk (trunk...) Still got pain in the pen (pen...) Still spit truth (truth...) I ain’t gotta pretend (pretend...) --- 🎤 Verse 2 (light adlibs + echoes): I was raised by the silence, baptized in the smoke (smoke) Every verse I drop feel like a suicide note (note) I ain’t polished, I’m poison, I’m pressure, I’m pain (pressure) I’m the voice of the block when it’s cryin’ in the rain (rainfall) Niggas switched for a bag, I stayed broke with pride (pride) Still ten toes down, still ready to ride (ride out) Still cussin’ in my verses, still talkin’ that talk (talk yo sht)* Still got bars that'll make the devil walk (walk off) Still got dreams that bleed, still got nights I regret (regret) Still got heat in my soul, still ain't paid that debt (debt) I ain’t rap for the charts, I rap for the lost (lost ones) For the ones who ain’t make it, who paid the cost (paid in full) So don’t box me in with them TikTok clowns (nah) I was rappin’ in the dark when the world shut down (dark days) Still got scars on my knuckles, still got blood on my shoes (red bottoms) Still got pain in my chest that I channel through blues (blues) Still got clips in the stash, still got ops on the list (on sight) Still spit verses that hit like a deathbed wish (wishin’...) --- 🎤 Outro (spoken, with echo trail): This ain’t for the fame (fame...) This ain’t for the flex (flex...) This for the pain that still sit in my chest (chest...) Still ain’t folded (folded...) Still ain’t fake (fake...) Still got scars that I’ll never erase (erase...)
