Self-Made Ink

I feel like Boosie or Gucci

The way I’m dropping tracks everyday

Maybe I’m Ludacris

Fast and furious

Staying in my lane

Came from the bottom

Now I’m sitting at number 13

outta 50 And that’s globally

That’s insane

I just want yall to hear me

I don’t need you to feel my pain

That’s why I write

I’m releasing pain everyday

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Therapy in my pen, I ain’t playin’ no games

Every bar’s a confession, but I’m not seeking fame

It’s legacy I’m chasin’ — not likes, not chains

Tryna heal the hurt child that still whispers my name

I went from “Who’s he?” to “He’s next” — that’s growth

Told my story through verses, no need to boast

They love the beat, but it’s the message they quote

Tears I don’t post, just poems I wrote

Ain’t no label on my soul, this is self-made ink

Turned my trauma to a track, made the whole world think

Every line got a pulse, every rhyme on the brink

Of breaking chains in my bloodline, before they sink