Neva Lackin

This is the version that’ll sound like it’s barreling down the block at 120 bpm Never lackin’ (nah!), I’m out in the cut (cut!), pockets all fat (stack!) They talk like they tough (cap!), but they soft as a mutt (soft!) Never lackin’ (uh!), I move like a ghost (slide!), steps never seen (shh!) Cross me, you lost (lost!), I don’t need no toast (boom!) [Verse 1 – rapid, grime-heavy] Came from the trenches, the block had me raised (raise!), snakes in the grass (hiss!) I don’t play (nah!) Money scarce, grind daily (daily!), my hustle stay filthy (grime!) Slide through the alley, no light, just the night (dark!), shots ringin’ off walls, gotta fight (bang!) Enemies lurkin’, I’m smirkin’, I move like a shadow in flight (skrrt!) Fast with the bag (bag!), dodgin’ the ops (slide!), pockets gettin’ fat (stack!) Niggas talk loud (loud!), I move and I clap (pop!), city cold-hearted (cold!), I adapt (flip!) Keep one tucked (click!), don’t test, I react (check!), fake smiles fade (fade!), I exact (snap!) Came from the gutter (mud!), had nothing to lack (nah!), now I run shows (boss!) and I stack (stack!) [Hook – 4 bars] Never lackin’ (nah!), I’m out in the cut (cut!), pockets all fat (stack!) They talk like they tough (cap!), but they soft as a mutt (soft!) Never lackin’ (uh!), I move like a ghost (slide!), steps never seen (shh!) Cross me, you lost (lost!), I don’t need no toast (boom!) [Verse 2 – double-time, breathless, grime-heavy] Back in the game (game!), eyes on the grind (grind!), snakes slither behind (hiss!) Pressure quick (quick!), no time to rewind (tick!), stackin’ up bread (bread!), they all confined (stack!) Shadows creep (creep!), street lights flicker (flick!), trudst is a joke (haha!), enemies snickder (watch!) I move silent (shh!), glide past ‘em, no noise, I deliver the flicker (slide!) I been broke (broke!), starvin’ (starve!), cursed with the pain (ugh!), now I’m rich in respect (facts!) Every step I take (step!), I dominate the street (street!), cross me, get burned by the flame (fire!) No love for fake (nah!), no talk for weak (mute!), I’m cut from the mud (mud!), my grind unique (grind!) Breathless runs, syllables fire, I spit and I peak (peaka!) [Bridge – raw, eerie, grime-heavy] No sleep, schemin’ (schemin’!), No love, just dreamin’ (dreamin’!), No talk, just leanin’ (leanin’!), I move like a degmon (demon!), Step in my lane (uh!), get flattened, no reason (bam!) [Hook – 4 bars] Never lackin’ (nah!), I’m out in the cut (cut!), pockets all fat (stack!) They talk like they tough (cap!), but they soft as a mutt (soft!) Never lackin’ (uh!), I move like a ghost (slide!), steps never seen (shh!) Cross me, you lost (lost!), I don’t need no toast (boom!) If you want, I can also do a “studio-ready” version of this with breathless Twista-style multisyllable runs every bar, extra grime adlibs, and staccato pauses—basically the track that sounds insane on speakers. Do you want me to do that next?] Came from the trenches, the block had me raised (raise!), snakes in the grass (hiss!) I don’t play (nah!) Money scarce, grind daily (daily!), my hustle stay filthy (grime!) Slide through the alley, no light, just the night (dark!), shots ringin’ off walls, gotta fight (bang!) Enemies lurkin’, I’m smirkin’, I move like a shadow in flight (skrrt!) Fast with the bag (bag!), dodgin’ the ops (slide!), pockets gettin’ fat (stack!) Niggas talk loud (loud!), I move and I clap (pop!), city cold-hearted (cold!), I adapt (flip!) Keep one tucked (click!), don’t test, I react (check!), fake smiles fade (fade!), I exact (snap!) Came from the gutter (mud!), had nothing to lack (nah!), now I run shows (boss!) and I stack (stack!) [Hook – 4 bars] Never lackin’ (nah!), I’m out in the cut (cut!), pockets all fat (stack!) They talk like they tough (cap!), but they soft as a mutt (soft!) Never lackin’ (uh!), I move like a ghost (slide!), steps never seen (shh!) Cross me, you lost (lost!), I don’t need no toast (boom!) [Verse 2 – double-time, breathless, grime-heavy] Back in the game (game!), eyes on the grind (grind!), snakes slither behind (hiss!) Pressure quick (quick!), no time to rewind (tick!), stackin’ up bread (bread!), they all confined (stack!) Shadows creep (creep!), street lights flicker (flick!), trust is a joke (haha!), enemies snicker (watch!) I move silent (shh!), glide past ‘em, no noise, I deliver the flicker (slide!) I been broke (broke!), starvin’ (starve!), cursed with the pain (ugh!), now I’m rich in respect (facts!) Every step I take (step!), I dominate the street (street!), cross me, get burned by the flame (fire!) No love for fake (nah!), no talk for weak (mute!), I’m cut from the mud (mud!), my grind unique (grind!) Breathless runs, syllables fire, I spit and I peak (peaka!) [Bridge – raw, eerie, grime-heavy] No sleep, schemin’ (schemin’!), No love, just dreamin’ (dreamin’!), No talk, just leanin’ (leanin’!), I move like a demon (demon!), Step in my lane (uh!), get flattened, no reason (bam!) [Hook – 4 bars] Never lackin’ (nah!), I’m out in the cut (cut!), pockets all fat (stack!) They talk like they tough (cap!), but they soft as a mutt (soft!) Never lackin’ (uh!), I move like a ghost (slide!), steps never seen (shh!) Cross me, you lost (lost!), I don’t need no toast (boom!) If you want, I can also do a “studio-ready” version of this with breathless Twista-style multisyllable runs every bar, extra grime adlibs, and staccato pauses—basically the track that sounds insane on speakers. Do you want me to do that next?