[Intro] (Eerie piano… ticking clock… heartbeat bass… distant sirens) Yeah…Twenty sixteen… Too many voices… and more close calls… ⸻ [Verse 1] Moved out quiet… new spot off the map… Little apartment… in and out in a snap… Left the old place… let the young one stay… Thought I’d separate… keep the heat away… Man was I wrong… had the law on his trail… Took off in a van… thought he wouldn’t fail… Missed his court… now things lookin’ Grimm… Every knock sound… feel like custody to him… Told him “lay low… don’t bring heat to the door…” But trouble followed… like it’s done before… Him and his Queen… posted there a few weeks… Whole time I’m thinkin’… there had to be leeks… ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] (Hi-hats creep in… tension rising) Every move now… feelin’ like a test… One wrong step… and it’s your last breath… ⸻ [Chorus] Too many voices… all in my head… One say “go”… other one say “dead”… I’m ridin’ that line… tryin’ not to slip… One bad move… that’s a permanent trip… I hear the streets… yeah they callin’ my name… Fast life burnin’… like a runaway train… ⸻ [Verse 2] Sheriff came… droppin’ papers to pops door… That there knock… scared young gun to the core… Packed up quick… hit a hotel instead… Every shadow followed… look like a Fed… Week go by… now it’s Friday round four… Grabbed some cash… same route as before… But somethin’ off… shouldn’t be a change… Too many cars… these roads feel strange… Phone keep ringin’… five calls or more… “They at your house… yeah they kicked in your door…” ⸻ [Bridge] (Beat drops… heartbeat loud… eerie piano) Thirty deep… yeah the Feds don’t care… They wreck my House… and ain’t nothin’ there… ⸻ [Verse 3] Picked up the lick… kept it movin’ along… Then blue lights flash… now my hearts pumpin’ strong… Cop on the horn… Step outta the car… Where’s the drugs? Where the kid, how far?” Looked dead back… said “you late by a week… Ain’t nothin’ there… go and take a peek…” Cop says, “You playin’ games… we ain’t leavin’ light…” They took my cash… took my guns that night… All legal owned… still gone just the same… That’s how it go… when ya play the game… ⸻ [Chorus] Too many voices… all in my head… One say “go”… other one say “dead”… I’m ridin’ that line… tryin’ not to slip… One bad move… that’s a permanent trip… ⸻ [Verse 4] Month go by… now it’s worse than before… Cops follow me… like they wantin’ some more… Young Gun was drivin’… he was New York bound… Rental car dirty… plates couldn’t be found… Trooper on the horn… says, pull it over… Searched the car… with a K-nine rover… No license… cash… ten stacks deep… Gun in the glove… this won’t come cheap… ⸻ [Verse 5] My burner rings late… it’s his Queen on the line… Had to drive far… pick her up by nine… Young guns locked up… he has no bail… All those close calls… now he’s in jail… I stood in the silence… I let it sink in… All them nights… I thought were a win… Wasn’t fear… nah… my eyes now see… I seen the game… what it’d do to me… But, I ain’t quit… I just changed my lane… Cut loose weight… took control of the game… No more babysittin’… no more mess… I’ll do it myself… make it a game of chess… New a couple Oh-G’s… to open those doors… I ain’t need noise… I ain’t need no wars… Moved like a ghost… every step precise… Turned that chaos… into my own device… ⸻ [Final Chorus] (Full intensity… confident tone) Too many voices… I chose my own… Built my path… now I stand alone… Same dark road… but I changed my pace… I move real quiet… no trace, no face… Ain’t no exit… I just leveled the game… Cut off the risk… kept the profit the same… No more close calls… I now redefine… The same damn road… is now just mine… ⸻ [Outro] (Piano fades… engine start… gravel road sound) Didn’t walk away… I took the wheel myself… This web I weave… is now a do-it-yourself…
