Labyrinth Ledger

#rapfame #RitchieRichOnTheBeat (Intro) Yeah… Look — Heartbeat’s the metronome, life’s tempo erratic, Spit pain at a pace that’d make serotonin panic. --- (Hook) I’m in a labyrinth, ledger with blood on my debts, Shadowbox with regrets, sign my name in your threats. Fast lane with the stress, mind racin’, no rest, Turn my trauma to checks, now my scars manifest. --- (Verse 1) Yo — I been starvin’ off the balance sheets, creditors pray on my feast, Had to learn from the wolves how to pivot with peace. Ain’t no pastor in my pulpit, just a pistol and grief, Write a scripture in the ashes, make a sermon of teeth. Count crows on my shoulder, every omen a toast, Bury secrets in the soil where the roses engross. Heard your lies on a loop, autopilot’s your boast, I’m in manual with damage, gear shift to the ghost. --- (Bridge) Yeah — Got a barcode on my soul, price tags on my love, Still pour liquor for the fallen, send smoke to above. If my compass gets broken, I’ll just navigate scars, Treat my sins like constellations, plot my way through the dark. --- (Hook) I’m in a labyrinth, ledger with blood on my debts, Shadowbox with regrets, sign my name in your threats. Fast lane with the stress, mind racin’, no rest, Turn my trauma to checks, now my scars manifest. --- (Verse 2 - faster) Switch lanes in the riddle, got a pivot for the fickle, See the nickel turn to pistol when your loyalty’s brittle. Every syllable a ripple in your dopamine flood, Every heartbreak a chapel where my arteries thud. Got codes in my cortex, ledger loaded with plots, I’m the glitch in your forecast, rain pain on your crops. All my ops got a doctrine but their scripture’s just fraud, I’m the gospel of grind, lit the altar with frauds. Testify with a burner, every verse a new court, Jury hung on my trauma, call mistrial, abort. Still I rise in the night, stack schemes like the vault, Every syllable’s a bullet, every metaphor’s salt. --- (Hook - extended) I’m in a labyrinth, ledger with blood on my debts, Shadowbox with regrets, sign my name in your threats. Fast lane with the stress, mind racin’, no rest, Turn my trauma to checks, now my scars manifest. (Yeah) In a labyrinth, ledger with ghosts in my pen, I been runnin’ from the reaper but he’s laced in my skin. Every breath a confession, every line’s where I sin, I’m just tryna build a kingdom where my losses can win. --- (Outro - chant style) Ledger ledger ledger… Labyrinth mind, count scars on the line. Ledger ledger ledger… Paid in blood just to breathe, guess the pain was divine.