From G.T.E 🤙💯

--- [Intro]   Yeah…   From N.T. to the beat, I breathe what I bleed—   Last of a breed they ain't never gon' read. --- [Verse 1 – Rewrite]   Woke with shadows on my back, still I map out the fight,   Mind wired like traps in the dead of the night.   Fake fell to the side, couldn’t handle my flame,   Now I drip gold ink from the weight of the pain.   Heart bruised into armor, now I flex with the truth,   Used to drown in the silence, now I speak for the youth.   They skim through my scars, miss the blood in my script,   I accelerate through trauma, every bar's a gift.   --- [Chorus]   This life ain’t sweet, it’s pressure and flame,   Grew up in the heat, now I dance in the pain.   From G.T.E. where the fearless don't sleep,   Eyes wide open while the world count sheep.   They stuck in a loop, I broke out the chain,   Spit for the lost ones trapped in the game.   Victim to vision, I flipped the script clean—   Now I’m the voice of the real, not a cog in machine. --- [Verse 2]   We all just victims, trapped in the script,   Systematic cycles got us stuck in the glitch.   Wake, eat, sleep—repeat the deceit,   Just cattle in a line, marching in the heat.   They feed us illusions, blindfold our vision,   Livin’ in a prison disguised as tradition.   Wake up, eat, then back to the grind,   Another day wasted, another lost mind.   Plotting on my bed, thoughts twist like a cyclone,   Dreams too loud for a silent tone.   I’m gangsta in heart, but poetic in mind,   Make trauma divine, turn my lows into rhymes.   Notorious with pen like B.I.G. in his prime,   Legend in the making, every bar's a lifeline.   My roots deep in the dirt, but I sprouted with grace,   Now I spit for the souls tryna find their place. --- [Verse 3]   A product of struggle, I was raised by the grit,   Where silence speaks loud and the truth don’t quit.   They label us rebels, but we forged from the storm,   Where loyalty’s rare and the fake don a uniform.   I don't bend for the system, don’t fold to the fame,   Got dreams in my chest and scars in my name.   Been doubted, been broke, been lost in my head,   But I still move like a king with a crown made of lead.   No handouts, I carved out a path with pain,   Used hunger as fuel, now I feast through the rain.   I’m the voice of the misfits, the guide for the lost,   Every verse is a flame, every word come with cost. --- [Bridge]   So I pace in the dark with a spark in my soul,   Still ten toes down even when I lost control.   You feel that? That’s the grind in my breath,   Ain’t afraid of the fall, I done danced with death. --- .