Lyrics

Born With the Code
Yeah…
Underestimated Queen from the east…
Stackin’ bread, breakin’ hearts, buildin’ dreams, chasing peace.
Don’t play with her—
She is the force they repeat.
Let’s go—

I don’t feel—I calculate,
I look sweet—but I navigate,
Loyalty? That’s real estate,
I invest in ones that APPRECIATE.
Raised in Beirut—where the real ones elevate,
They act like wolves—but move like snakes.
He just wants love—but I charge respect,
You call it your heart—I call it a cheque.

Lebanese roots in a cold-ass world,
Watched my mom get controlled, until she flipped her world.
I was her therapist child with a grown-up lens,
Dad taught me my “role”—but I refused to pretend.
Women were made for one thing—that’s what he said,
So I’ve learned to play dumb, and stack instead.
I refuse to let a man control my movements.
If I could play like you boys do? I’d be ruthless.

I was born with the code,
Didn’t learn—I wrote.
Baddie in the flesh,
But my mind don’t choke.
Turn pain into lessons,
Turn silence to weapons.
They think I’m here for them—
But I have other intentions.

Diamond bracelets, roses too,
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.
I’m the thing he can’t risk,
Call me “his girl,”
Smirk on my face like I planned this twist.

I push love away just to see who stay,
Burn bridges quick, then feel the ash on the way.
I say “leave me” but I mean “look close,”
I say “hate me” but I mean “let go.”
My rage got roots, don’t ask me why,
My anger’s heavy, but I still try.
I break what I build, self-sabotage, start over,
Like I’m wired to reset, not to recover.

Not really “tracks”—more like therapy traps,
Never expected to say them for racks.
Wrote them down so I wouldn’t explode,
Don’t love me loud—just listen and go.
It’s not attention I seek, it’s respect I demand.
No handler, no plan—just a pen in my hand.
This ain’t heartbreak—this is blueprint rap,
Grew up broke, now the hustle come fast.

I was born with the code,
Didn’t fake, didn’t fold.
Baddie with a brain,
Every move been cold.
I play it quiet but I notice it all,
I peep the shifts before they fall.
I’m not chasing you—
I move by my own mode.

I don’t chase, I observe.
I don’t beg, I preserve.
I don’t react, I read.
Even when I’m ten ahead, I let him think he lead.
Your favorite baddie? Organized and nerdy,
Turned trauma to plans—kept it clean, never dirty.
This ain’t just rap—it’s survival and skill,
I built all this quiet—and I’m building it still.