hard bars pt3

[Verse] No soft bars, no fake-ass flex,no wannabe clowns that pretend for a fake Crown yeah I step in heavy, every rhyme a hit, like a hook Every line comes in sharp with the truth, no gimmicks, no pretend, no counterfeit,men I came with a cold stare, steel will, and a voice that never skips a beat, When the pressure hits the block , I don't fold, I just turn the heat up in the street. I don't need applause, I don't need love, I let the cadence do the work, Every word got weight, every bar got bite, and every dark thought lurks. [Chorus] No soft bars, no fake-ass flex, every rhyme hard, there ain't nothing left, Straight from the block, no polished mask, just grit and sound and depth, Every line hit heavy, every verse stay mean, no mercy in the tone, UK drill in the blood, and I let the cold truth cut straight through the bone. [Verse] They talk loud online, but in the night they quiet when the shadows close in, I keep my head low, moves clean, every promise I make is carved in skin, No cheap talk, no cap, no costume, just a raw pulse under the city light, If the game wants smoke, then I bring that storm and I make sure the bars land right. Cold in the chest, hot in the pen, I write like I got nowhere to hide, Hard from the start, no room for soft talk, just pressure when I slide. [Chorus] No soft bars, no fake-ass flex ,no wannabe clowns that pretend for a fake Crown, every rhyme scheme is hard, there ain't nothing left, Straight from the block, no polished mask, just grit and sound and depth, Every line hit heavy, every verse stay mean, no mercy in the tone, UK drill in the blood, and I let the cold truth cut straight through the bone. No soft bars, no fake-ass flex , that's the code I live and breathe, Every rhyme hard, nothing left to say, just the echo when I leave.