Chest tight, I don’t step, back ring it, post up,Black fit i low breath a bad mood don’t palm out,Cold grip, no slip, whole room gets lock right,One hit i one take beat breaks when I pop up.Face calm, rage packed, I don’t move late,Big weight, straight path, I don’t lose pace,They fold, I rise, never switch lane,Sharp tongue, hard truth, cuts deep like blade.No fake ties, I cut those snakes real quick,Dark ride, bass shakes deep in my ribs,Lost sleep, still made that hard flip,One bar lands, whole track gets ripped.Step slow, eyes low, mind set on a mission,They talk loud, I don’t hear their fiction,Pain taught me ice-cold ambition,Now every move cuts sharp with precision.Bad past, big scars, still I keep my balance,No soft heart left for a snake with malice,Built my name out of a broken palace,Now they watch me move deep in silence.Low voice, deep tone, pressure in my chest,I don’t chase love, I don’t beg for rest,They all want crowns but they fail the test,I came from dirt, now I stand with the blessed.Fast road, black smoke, engine sounding violent,No weak talk, my circle moving private,They tried war, I answered them in quiet,Now my name hits louder than a siren.Chest tight, I don’t step, back ring it, post up,Same code, same fire, still I don’t fold up,Beat drops, bass knocks, whole place goes nuts,I walk in once, then the whole thing shuts up.
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