Lyrics

[Intro – Spoken Aggression]
Yeah.
Ain’t no silver spoons here…
Just scars, stripes… and survival.
Let’s get it.

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[Verse 1]
Came from the trench where the hope run thin,
Where a smile mean nothin’, and the pain run kin.
Where the night got teeth, and the sirens cry,
And the little ones learn how to load, not why.

Used to post by the corner where the deals went down,
Now I post in my thoughts where the demons drown.
They don’t know what it took just to see one day,
I was raised in the smoke where the real ones pray.

No handouts, just handcuffs, block dreams and bad luck,
Grew cold, learned fast — now my skin like brass knucks.
Talk tough? Better back that play,
‘Cause the wolves I run with don’t bark — they slay.

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[Verse 2]
I was ten toes in, no backup plan,
Made bread off nothin’, just a scale and a fan.
Mama cried every night, said my soul was lost,
But I paid for my sins, now I cover the cost.

Used to pray for a break, now I break what’s fake,
I don’t chase what shines — I just move with weight.
If you know, then you know — this ain’t just rap,
This a letter from the cell where my homie sat.

Yeah, I’m that flame they can’t put out,
Try to box me in, I’ll punch my route.
I don’t fold, I double the bet,
Got pain in my chest I ain’t shared yet.

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[Verse 3]
Came out the gutter with war in my veins,
Where boys turn ghosts for a piece of change.
Still hear shots when I close my eyes,
Still see lies where the handshake lies.

These bars ain’t style, this is life I spit,
This is late-night plots just to make that flip.
This is hood PTSD, real talk in a verse,
You can’t fake this sound — it was born in the dirt.

Put my name on the wall where the lost ones bleed,
And I don’t need fame, I just plant my seed.
Legacy strong, can’t break my spine,
If it’s blood on the beat, then the pen is mine.

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[Verse 4 – Final Build-Up]
So I walk with the weight of a hundred nights,
Where the streetlights flicker like warning lights.
Ain’t no love in the war — just wins and death,
And I breathe in the truth with my every breath.

Yeah, I’m built for the pressure, I was born in a storm,
Where the fire don’t fade — it just keeps me warm.
You soft? Stay clear. I don’t play with fear.
I survived what broke ‘em, made it out last year.

This for the lost ones never comin’ back,
For the ones that the system left painted in black.
For the block that raised me, for the war I know,
For the real in the field that don’t ever show.

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[Outro – Cold Fade-Out]
You hear that?
That’s heart.
That’s pain.
That’s pressure.
And I’m still here.