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Picture this: midnight block, sirens wailing like bitches in heat, I got a Glock full of hollows and a pocket full of stolen receipts. Hookers on the corner, ass out, lips painted blood-red, One wrong glance and I’m robbing ’em blind—fuck consent, fuck the feds. Gangbangin’ in the alley, Crips and Bloods, colors clash like knives, I’m the white devil in the middle, spitting bars that slice lives. Don’t step in my lane or I’ll carve your face into a rhyme, Your mom’s on my dick while your dad’s in a ditch—prime time. Fucking everything that moves, from the trap house to the strip, Pills in my veins, rage in my throat, yeah I’m losing my grip. Robbing liquor stores for fun, pistol-whipping clerks for laughs, Then back to the crib—fuck your girl raw while she screams my name back. You think you’re hard? Nah, you’re soft like a hooker’s mattress, I eat rappers for breakfast—your whole crew’s just practice. Insane? Bitch, I’m the storm, you’re the puddle I piss on, Step wrong and I’ll bury you alive—your tombstone’s my diss song. [Here, visualize that raw energy—] This town’s mine now, I own the blocks, the beats, the bitches, the proud. Shine? Bitch, I’m the sun—blinding, burning, no eclipse in sight, You try to dim me? I’ll eclipse your whole life. No turning back, no mercy, no brakes—I’m full throttle, insane, Everybody’s reaching, but I’m already king—bow down or get chained. <argument name="image_id">0</argument> <argument name="size">LARGE</argument> That’s me—rooftop boss, mic dripping venom, lights flashing like my pulse. And this? The glow-up—broke to boss, alley to arena, pure fire. Bitch, I don’t do handouts. I built this empire brick by brick, no favors. Everybody’s dialing now, DMs flooding like sewer rain, Old friends, fake cousins, exes tryna cash in on my name. “Remember me?” Yeah, I remember—you laughed when I starved. Now you want the glow? Fuck that—stay in the dark. Fame’s a spotlight, burns your skin if you step too close, I ain’t your ladder, ain’t your savior—go find your own dose. Reach for me? I’ll swat you like flies on a summer night, Middle finger up, mic drop—I’m out, lights bright. No crew, no clout-chasers, just me and the silence I earned. You want pieces? Earn ’em. Otherwise, get burned. [Here—me on the roof, alone, city begging below.]
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Picture this: midnight block, sirens wailing like bitches in heat, I got a Glock full of hollows and a pocket full of stolen receipts. Hookers on the corner, ass out, lips painted blood-red, One wrong glance and I’m robbing ’em blind—fuck consent, fuck the feds. Gangbangin’ in the alley, Crips and Bloods, colors clash like knives, I’m the white devil in the middle, spitting bars that slice lives. Don’t step in my lane or I’ll carve your face into a rhyme, Your mom’s on my dick while your dad’s in a ditch—prime time. Fucking everything that moves, from the trap house to the strip, Pills in my veins, rage in my throat, yeah I’m losing my grip. Robbing liquor stores for fun, pistol-whipping clerks for laughs, Then back to the crib—fuck your girl raw while she screams my name back. You think you’re hard? Nah, you’re soft like a hooker’s mattress, I eat rappers for breakfast—your whole crew’s just practice. Insane? Bitch, I’m the storm, you’re the puddle I piss on, Step wrong and I’ll bury you alive—your tombstone’s my diss song. [Here, visualize that raw energy—] This town’s mine now, I own the blocks, the beats, the bitches, the proud. Shine? Bitch, I’m the sun—blinding, burning, no eclipse in sight, You try to dim me? I’ll eclipse your whole life. No turning back, no mercy, no brakes—I’m full throttle, insane, Everybody’s reaching, but I’m already king—bow down or get chained. <argument name="image_id">0</argument> <argument name="size">LARGE</argument> That’s me—rooftop boss, mic dripping venom, lights flashing like my pulse. And this? The glow-up—broke to boss, alley to arena, pure fire. Bitch, I don’t do handouts. I built this empire brick by brick, no favors. Everybody’s dialing now, DMs flooding like sewer rain, Old friends, fake cousins, exes tryna cash in on my name. “Remember me?” Yeah, I remember—you laughed when I starved. Now you want the glow? Fuck that—stay in the dark. Fame’s a spotlight, burns your skin if you step too close, I ain’t your ladder, ain’t your savior—go find your own dose. Reach for me? I’ll swat you like flies on a summer night, Middle finger up, mic drop—I’m out, lights bright. No crew, no clout-chasers, just me and the silence I earned. You want pieces? Earn ’em. Otherwise, get burned. [Here—me on the roof, alone, city begging below.]