I Don’t Ask

Yeah…

I don’t talk much.

I finish shit.

Ronin.

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I don’t ask what’s next, I jump in and handle it,

No fuckin’ checklist, no babysitter management.

You wait to be told what to do like a fuckin’ bitch,

Need permission to breathe, I just move and fix.

Oh wait — you say I don’t do shit, right?

“Just sittin’ in the office all day,” yeah, tight.

Must be nice showin’ up, standin’ around, need a sign,

While I’m already elbow-deep unfuckin’ the line.

You loud with opinions, light with the grind,

All that mouth just to prove you ain’t built for the time.

You confuse my silence with lazy — dumbass take,

I don’t narrate my work just to feed your hate.

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Move quiet, get it done, no claps, no praise,

Stick boy all bark, zero fuckin’ weight.

Second Shift Samurai, carved in bone,

You wait for instructions — I operate alone.

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You need directions, reminders, someone holdin’ your hand,

Point here, go there, “tell me again,” goddamn.

I see chaos once and already know what to do,

That’s the gap between a worker and a mouth like you.

You count other people ‘cause you got nothin’ to show,

I don’t count hours, I just carry the load.

You loud in the safe zones, quiet when shit’s thick,

I stay calm when it’s heavy, pressure don’t make me flinch.

You call me inactive ‘cause I don’t fuckin’ perform,

I call you irrelevant ‘cause you stuck in the norm.

Thanks for sayin’ I don’t do anything — cool,

I just don’t do shit with you, that’s the rule.

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No warnings, no flex, just results when it’s real,

Stick boy fragile, ego made outta peel.

Second Shift Samurai, work speaks grown,

You wait to be told — I already known.

(Repeat)

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You brag ‘bout effort like it ain’t bare minimum shit,

That’s why nobody trusts you with anything critical, bitch.

You need praise, approval, a pat every day,

I need problems in my path so I can make ‘em go away.

I don’t like you, prick — keep it honest and clean,

Not rage, not jealousy, just you ain’t my scene.

You all noise, no value, just static and smoke,

I’m consistent pressure — that’s why you choke.

When the bullshit fade out and excuses get gone,

You’ll still be waitin’…

I’ll still be Ronin.

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Silence ain’t laziness.

It’s me workin’ without your fuckin’ approval.

And you hate that