Yunggsavag3_Rareblood__x1

(Verse 1) I feel like the last breath of a sacred flame, Truth on my tongue, but they all play games. They bend, they break, just to fit in scenes, But I was born sharp like ancestral dreams. I don't mask pain for a follower count,out, I climb higher amounts. Real ones vanish in the digital mist, Now loyalty’s rare like a serpent’s kiss. (Hook) I’m the last of the real, the raw, the true, In a world full of masks, I see straight through. Ain’t nobody solid, just smoke and screens, But I bleed that truth—call it rare blood genes. (Verse 2) They say “keep it real,” then act pretend, Circle full of snakes, but I won't bend. I speak for the ghosts, the lost, the brave, That refused to die quiet, never chose the cave. I'm cut from stone, forged in storms, Birthed by silence where warriors form. So let the world fake, let the cowards flee— I walk alone, but the truth walks with me. (Hook) I’m the last of the real, the raw, the true, In a world full of masks, I see straight through. Ain’t nobody solid, just smoke and screens, But I bleed that truth—call it rare blood genes.