(Beat drops. Heavy, slow bass. Dark, cinematic trap energy.)
(Beat drops. Heavy, slow bass. Dark, cinematic trap energy.) Intro Yeah. Look right through 'em. You thought we were gonna chase you? Nah. We mastered the silence. Listen close. Verse 1 Step a foot outside the line, go ahead and try leaving We don’t block the exit, breath easy, stop breathing You thought you left a void? Nah, you left a free space Now watch us drag your memory straight through the dirt place. We don’t sweat the runner, we don’t plot the vengeance We just sit back, feet up, copping no repentance Let the clock tick-tock, watch the table turning Karma’s at the breakfast table, cooked and burning. You a light snack, swallowed by your own greed We don’t even throw a punch, we just let the cold bleed. Chorus Fucking try me, yeah, the hood is the extra We don’t do the little things, we are the director Unbothered. Untouchable. BOSS level high Look right through your soul, like a ghost walking by. This hood doesn't beg, we don't explain, we don't chase We just master the silence and erase you from the space. Verse 2 Betray the block? Damn, you got some nerve, huh? We just smile at the hate, watch it blur, huh? BOSS level up, now you're looking like a stranger Transparent, see-through, zero fucking danger. Like I never knew ya. Like you never existed. Cut the cord, killed the signal, boy, you got evicted. We don’t give no energy to bullshit or the drama Peace of mind heavy, guarded by the karma. You thought you made the hood? Nah, the hood made you Now we standing all alone, independent, brand new. Outro All by our damn self. No extra effort needed, we are the extra. Unapologetically not giving a fuck. Like a BOSS. (Silence. Bass cuts out cold.) Out.
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(Beat drops. Heavy, slow bass. Dark, cinematic trap energy.) Intro Yeah. Look right through 'em. You thought we were gonna chase you? Nah. We mastered the silence. Listen close. Verse 1 Step a foot outside the line, go ahead and try leaving We don’t block the exit, breath easy, stop breathing You thought you left a void? Nah, you left a free space Now watch us drag your memory straight through the dirt place. We don’t sweat the runner, we don’t plot the vengeance We just sit back, feet up, copping no repentance Let the clock tick-tock, watch the table turning Karma’s at the breakfast table, cooked and burning. You a light snack, swallowed by your own greed We don’t even throw a punch, we just let the cold bleed. Chorus Fucking try me, yeah, the hood is the extra We don’t do the little things, we are the director Unbothered. Untouchable. BOSS level high Look right through your soul, like a ghost walking by. This hood doesn't beg, we don't explain, we don't chase We just master the silence and erase you from the space. Verse 2 Betray the block? Damn, you got some nerve, huh? We just smile at the hate, watch it blur, huh? BOSS level up, now you're looking like a stranger Transparent, see-through, zero fucking danger. Like I never knew ya. Like you never existed. Cut the cord, killed the signal, boy, you got evicted. We don’t give no energy to bullshit or the drama Peace of mind heavy, guarded by the karma. You thought you made the hood? Nah, the hood made you Now we standing all alone, independent, brand new. Outro All by our damn self. No extra effort needed, we are the extra. Unapologetically not giving a fuck. Like a BOSS. (Silence. Bass cuts out cold.) Out.