12 Rodgers
12 RODGERS (Original Drill Anthem) [Intro] (808...) (Boom... boom... boom...) Yeah... 12 Rodgers... No talking... Just pressure... Let's go. [Verse 1] Came from the mud, now I'm built like steel, Heart too cold but the grind too real. Every bar loaded, every flow got appeal, I don't chase crowns—I make kings kneel. Locked in the booth, now the booth's on fire, Every verse climbing, taking me higher. They watch my moves like a live-wire flyer, I move with purpose, they move to admire. Head on straight, never fold, never bend, Started with a dream, now the dream won't end. Too many doubters, now they all pretend, Funny how they switch when the pockets extend. [Hook] 12 Rodgers... step with the pressure! Whole squad locked, every move gets better. Cold in the rain, hot in the weather, Built for the storm—we grind forever. 12 Rodgers... hear that echo! Bars too heavy, make the whole place tremble. Eyes on the prize, never settle, We write our story, line by line, level. [Verse 2] Every line sharp like a fresh-cut blade, Built my lane—I don't need no aid. Never sold dreams that I never made, Now the whole team's getting well displayed. Talk is cheap, so I talk through bars, Late-night sessions turned pain into stars. Every setback left permanent scars, Now those same scars push me twice as hard. Pressure? Good—I was made for that, Every beat touched gets laid out flat. I stay ten toes, no changing that, Whole flow heavy like a baseball bat. [Bridge] Who's got bars? We got bars! Who's still standing? We stand tall! Pressure comes— We don't fall! 12 Rodgers... We want it all! [Verse 3] No fake image, everything earned, Every closed door made my hunger burn. Watch my steps while the tables turn, Life's one class and I came to learn. Too much smoke but I breathe just fine, Too much doubt now they fall in line. Built from grit, every verse refined, Every rhyme hits right on time. If the lights go out, I'm still gonna glow, If the road gets rough, I'm still gonna grow. I don't wait for luck—I put on a show, Now the whole crowd screaming when I touch the flow. [Final Hook ×2] 12 Rodgers... step with the pressure! Whole squad locked, every move gets better. Cold in the rain, hot in the weather, Built for the storm—we grind forever. 12 Rodgers... hear that echo! Bars too heavy, make the whole place tremble. Never back down, we level and level, 12 Rodgers—different level. [Outro] (808 fading...) No fear... No folding... Pressure makes diamonds... 12 Rodgers.
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12 RODGERS (Original Drill Anthem) [Intro] (808...) (Boom... boom... boom...) Yeah... 12 Rodgers... No talking... Just pressure... Let's go. [Verse 1] Came from the mud, now I'm built like steel, Heart too cold but the grind too real. Every bar loaded, every flow got appeal, I don't chase crowns—I make kings kneel. Locked in the booth, now the booth's on fire, Every verse climbing, taking me higher. They watch my moves like a live-wire flyer, I move with purpose, they move to admire. Head on straight, never fold, never bend, Started with a dream, now the dream won't end. Too many doubters, now they all pretend, Funny how they switch when the pockets extend. [Hook] 12 Rodgers... step with the pressure! Whole squad locked, every move gets better. Cold in the rain, hot in the weather, Built for the storm—we grind forever. 12 Rodgers... hear that echo! Bars too heavy, make the whole place tremble. Eyes on the prize, never settle, We write our story, line by line, level. [Verse 2] Every line sharp like a fresh-cut blade, Built my lane—I don't need no aid. Never sold dreams that I never made, Now the whole team's getting well displayed. Talk is cheap, so I talk through bars, Late-night sessions turned pain into stars. Every setback left permanent scars, Now those same scars push me twice as hard. Pressure? Good—I was made for that, Every beat touched gets laid out flat. I stay ten toes, no changing that, Whole flow heavy like a baseball bat. [Bridge] Who's got bars? We got bars! Who's still standing? We stand tall! Pressure comes— We don't fall! 12 Rodgers... We want it all! [Verse 3] No fake image, everything earned, Every closed door made my hunger burn. Watch my steps while the tables turn, Life's one class and I came to learn. Too much smoke but I breathe just fine, Too much doubt now they fall in line. Built from grit, every verse refined, Every rhyme hits right on time. If the lights go out, I'm still gonna glow, If the road gets rough, I'm still gonna grow. I don't wait for luck—I put on a show, Now the whole crowd screaming when I touch the flow. [Final Hook ×2] 12 Rodgers... step with the pressure! Whole squad locked, every move gets better. Cold in the rain, hot in the weather, Built for the storm—we grind forever. 12 Rodgers... hear that echo! Bars too heavy, make the whole place tremble. Never back down, we level and level, 12 Rodgers—different level. [Outro] (808 fading...) No fear... No folding... Pressure makes diamonds... 12 Rodgers.