Lyrics

From Marion to Illi, back through Indy,
Chasing the paper, the grind stays gritty.
They talk big game, heads hot with envy,
But I keep it tucked—don’t tempt me.

No need to flash, it’s all concealed,
Pray you don’t force my hand to reveal.
You’re speaking reckless? Pause and yield,
Before lead flies, and your cap gets peeled.

I don’t miss—I promise,
This ain’t a diss, just honest.
Stay true, no deal, or I’ll break your grill,
Cut deep like gills, watch as the red spills.

Man, this ain’t a thrill,
Using your kid’s shirt for a tourniquet still.
Let you breathe, medics en route,
But can she keep enough blood to pull you out?

A scene so grim, so cold and raw,
Her arms clutch tight as she sees it all.
Struggling for air, your life in her grip,
Maybe now they’ll learn not to test this script.

Did I have to paint this vivid fate?
Show my heart when it’s at its illest rate?
This ain’t just destiny—this is fate,
You played too long, now it’s checkmate.

Nine hundred short, got my heart racing,
Fake moves snapped me, left me pacing.
Had me thinking ‘bout kidnapping, erasing,
But I slowed down, told my girl the situation.

Pat’s got the gun, and he shoots for fun,
But we stack dirty loud with the dirty one.
Boys next door listening, I know they heard me,
Yet I keep looping this thought—it’s unnerving.

I want this done, a picture to read,
In the obits for the world to see.
Kicking your door, silenced tips,
Emptying mags, stacking my chips.

Here to collect on the debt past due,
Warned you once, you ignored the cue.
No games, no fuckery, learn or flee,
If not, handle business, then leave the scene.

I let things slide, abided the rules,
But they lied—should’ve known better, fool.
No guide from ten and up, just a beating heart,
Saw my mom get hit, it tore me apart.

Now I’m 23, man, time moves fast,
Did dirt, stayed steady, made five years last.
So many tears, in so few years,
I hustle hard, no space for fear.

Get it how you can, that’s the plan,
But I’ll do what I am—I’m my own man.