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Yeah… Slide in the pocket, I glide with a violent composure, Cold as a miner at dawn but I shine when the pressure get closer, Right hand scar but the bars still point like a loaded revolver, I lost me a finger, not focus — I sharpened the soldier. Drip on the cadence, it hang like a chain in the rain when it swing, Pain in the frame but I trained in the flame now the range is a ring, They talk about odds, I talk about God and the aim that I bring, Every bar heavy like Chevy on levees with gravel and grit in the spring. Uh. County boy posture but global the flow, I plant every verse and I water it slow, She said it’s unlikely — I’m lightin’ the stove, If doubt is a seed then I bury it low. Switch. Whip with the wrist and the flick of the diction is crisp when I pivot the tempo, Mental crescendo, extendin’ the stencil, credentials official, no rental, Slide through the instrumental gentle but lethal like dental with metal, I’m settlin’ levels, rebellin’ against every ceiling they built for my potential. Woo. Melody drip when I step in the booth, Truth in the tooth, I don’t flex I produce, No fabricated persona to boost, I really been stripped then rebuilt from the roof. Flow start floatin’… Black hoodie energy, villain serenity, killin’ the symmetry casually, Actually stackin’ the faculty, master the gravity, bendin’ reality gradually, Had to recalibrate, navigate traps in the back where the snakes tried to rattle me, Now when I accelerate, regulate pace and the bassline just bow to me. Talk nice. Right hand damaged but brandished the planet with granite-like management, Hunger mechanical, tangible stamina handle the gambit and balance it, Countin’ the measures, I treasure the pressure, I never been panicked, JHolla the header, I’m better with cheddar but fame is a byproduct, not the advantage. Beat breathe — I don’t scream king, I move like it, Subtle intimidation, smooth violence, Calm in the chaos, the room silent, Then boom — whole algorithm rewired it. Yeah. Study the craft like anatomy charts, Cut it apart then I hand it to art, Heart like an engine that won’t ever stall, From trenches to center stage standin’ tall. If they want smoke, I inhale it and exhale a classic, Pen like a wand, I just tap it — it happen, From McLean County to worldwide traction, JHolla the caption — now watch what I caption.