Chicago Drill • Dark Piano • Sliding 808s • Aggressive Flow

[INTRO — whispered, then beat drops]

(Ayy…)
You know how this shit go.
I ain’t gotta say too much.
(Grrah, grrah)
IDK… let’s get it.

[VERSE 1]

Walk in the spot, everybody go quiet,
I came from the bottom, got used to the violence.
Bro said he’s solid, I hope he don’t fold,
Too many switch up when the pressure get cold.

I’m off that smoke, got my thoughts in a maze,
Been through some shit I don’t put on a page.
Fuck all that talk, I got nothing to prove,
I watch how they act, let ’em show me the truth.

[HOOK — hard, choppy delivery]

Don’t ask what happened, you know how it go,
Heart getting colder, I move on my own.
Late nights outside, breath turning to smoke,
They talk like they know me, they don’t know my soul.

Don’t ask, don’t tell, I got shit on my mind,
Too much fake love, I can see through the signs.
IDK, remember that name when I slide,
Came up from nothing, now watch how I rise.

[VERSE 2 — faster flow]

Ayy, I remember them days I was down,
Now I walk in the room, feel the shift in the crowd.
I don’t do the internet, say it out loud,
Everybody tough till they standing around.

Fuck what they think, I got plans of my own,
Too many nights I was stuck on my phone.
Smoke in the air while I’m riding alone,
Turned all my pain into something I own.

[OUTRO — beat cuts out]

IDK…
You heard what I said.
No extra talking.
(Grrah.)