Built Different
[Intro] Ayy... Turn the bass up. No mercy on the beat. Yeah. [Verse 1] Walked in calm, now the whole room froze, Heart made steel, never fold, never froze. Big-boy talk, better stand on your claim, Half these rappers got bars but they missing that flame. Too damn cold, put frost on the drum, Talk that smoke, then I'm asking, "Where you from?" Whole squad solid, no cracks in the frame, Built from pressure, now diamonds in my name. Fake-ass flex, I can smell that stunt, Internet gangsters, all bark, no punch. I don't chase hype, I let greatness arrive, Every beat I touch somehow comes alive. [Hook] Black hoodie season, head down, eyes sharp, Built in the darkness, now I'm lighting the spark. No handouts, no luck, just scars and ambition, Every damn verse sounds like ammunition. Black Air Force energy, don't test my pace, Pressure made a monster, now I'm winning the race. You copy the image, I live the life, I sharpened my tongue like the edge of a knife. [Verse 2] Foot on the gas, ain't touching the brake, Every move calculated, no room for mistakes. King in my city though the crown stays low, Silence too loud, let the scoreboard show. My circle too tight, can't fit no snake, One fake smile, that's all it take. They pray I fall, I pray they heal, 'Cause watching me win gotta hurt for real. Middle fingers up to the limits they set, I'm collecting respect while they're drowning in debt. Built like a tank with a predator's stare, Whole room quiet every time I appear. [Bridge] Pressure don't break me—it built this beast. Every loss turned lessons into a feast. No fear in my blood, no quit in my chest, Every new challenge just brings out my best. [Final Hook] Black hoodie season, no love for the fake, Every move precise, every step earth-shake. Fuck every doubt that stood in my lane, Now they scream my name while they copy my game. No ceilings above me, no chains on my soul, Started with hunger, now I'm chasing the goal. If the beat wants war, then the bars gon' feast, Mic in my hand... welcome the beast. [Outro] No cap. No fear. No apologies. Just pressure... and proof.
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[Intro] Ayy... Turn the bass up. No mercy on the beat. Yeah. [Verse 1] Walked in calm, now the whole room froze, Heart made steel, never fold, never froze. Big-boy talk, better stand on your claim, Half these rappers got bars but they missing that flame. Too damn cold, put frost on the drum, Talk that smoke, then I'm asking, "Where you from?" Whole squad solid, no cracks in the frame, Built from pressure, now diamonds in my name. Fake-ass flex, I can smell that stunt, Internet gangsters, all bark, no punch. I don't chase hype, I let greatness arrive, Every beat I touch somehow comes alive. [Hook] Black hoodie season, head down, eyes sharp, Built in the darkness, now I'm lighting the spark. No handouts, no luck, just scars and ambition, Every damn verse sounds like ammunition. Black Air Force energy, don't test my pace, Pressure made a monster, now I'm winning the race. You copy the image, I live the life, I sharpened my tongue like the edge of a knife. [Verse 2] Foot on the gas, ain't touching the brake, Every move calculated, no room for mistakes. King in my city though the crown stays low, Silence too loud, let the scoreboard show. My circle too tight, can't fit no snake, One fake smile, that's all it take. They pray I fall, I pray they heal, 'Cause watching me win gotta hurt for real. Middle fingers up to the limits they set, I'm collecting respect while they're drowning in debt. Built like a tank with a predator's stare, Whole room quiet every time I appear. [Bridge] Pressure don't break me—it built this beast. Every loss turned lessons into a feast. No fear in my blood, no quit in my chest, Every new challenge just brings out my best. [Final Hook] Black hoodie season, no love for the fake, Every move precise, every step earth-shake. Fuck every doubt that stood in my lane, Now they scream my name while they copy my game. No ceilings above me, no chains on my soul, Started with hunger, now I'm chasing the goal. If the beat wants war, then the bars gon' feast, Mic in my hand... welcome the beast. [Outro] No cap. No fear. No apologies. Just pressure... and proof.