Lyrics

Verse 1
Came from the struggle—no map, just pain.
Had to find out how to turn it to gain.
Was a fucked up kid, and started moving zips.
Doc tried to tell me my place, but I don’t play that shit.
Played dumb, stacked up, made every flip.

Trust came last—I test, not fall.
Moved through storms with my back to the wall.
They said I was cold—nah, I just cope.
I don’t beg for peace—I just cut the rope.

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Hook
Psycho chick—I don’t beg or bleed.
Keep it cute, till I snap—then leave.
Too much weight—can’t trust no hug.
Even my money is built off drugs.
I push love away—then bitch when it’s gone.
Say, “I’m chill,” but I’m loaded and armed.
He think I’m soft, ‘cause I move with grace…
But I burn shit down, with a straight face.

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Verse 2
Built in the dark—don’t ask what it cost.
Heart like ice, but the soul stay lost.
Flipped pain to weight—now I set my rate.
If I show up calm? That’s a rare-ass trait.
I gave up lies, ‘cause they don’t come clean.
Dropped some gems, but I kept what’s mean.
They think they know what I’ve been through?
Try me once—I fucking date you.

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Hook
Psycho chick—I don’t beg or bleed.
Keep it cute, till I snap—then leave.
Too much weight—can’t trust no hug.
Even my money is built off drugs.
I push love away—then bitch when it’s gone.
Say, “I’m chill,” but I’m loaded and armed.
He think I’m soft, ‘cause I move with grace…
But I burn shit down, with a straight face.

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Verse 3
Diamonds. Roses. Gifts on cue.
He love me, ‘cause I’m the one he can tell the truth to.
I’m the thrill in his guilt—the soft in his truth.
I’m the text he delete—but the one he can’t mute.

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Verse 4
Push love away—then bitch when it go.
Blame them loud, but I move too cold.
Say, “I’m fine,” while I fuck up the crib.
Don’t ask what’s wrong—I don’t know what it is.
I ghost who care—then scroll through pain.
I’d do anything, just to feel again.
I got rage that I dress up nice.
Smile on my face—but I can’t stop
the fights.

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Bridge (Spoken feel)
They think I rap? Nah—I log the scars.
Play soft roles, while I bleed in bars.
No guide. No god. Just gut and grit.
Turned bad days into product I flip.
They askin’ when my work gon’ drop…
‘Cause I’m the only one out here without re-pop.

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Outro
I don’t chase—I reset.
Don’t vent—I collect.
Broke in silence—now I charge for the bleed.
Ten steps ahead—and he still think he lead.
Hearts ain’t safe, in the hands I hold.
I gave ‘em gold—but the soul stayed cold.
This ain’t rap—it’s pressure and scars.
Ain’t no peace—but I still raise bars.