Thy Flow

In the beginning…

Ain’t no love, ain’t no luck, ain’t no life just me in the streets with a bloody knife!

And if they catch you slippin’? You better be gripping!

I came up off crumbs, not compliments,

Learned quick, soft talk breeds consequence.

Whole block been wolves, no innocence,

Every move I made got no fingerprints and witnesses.

My chain talk subtle, it hums like a secret,

You can smell the hustle on me, don’t need to speak it.

Pockets got scars, they been cut, stitched, and sealed,

Ain’t shit sweet when you built off a steal.

I’m from where sorry don’t work,

Where your opps bring smoke before they bring dirt.

Where a man’s word’s worth less than his watch,

And trust? That’s just another thing to pawn at the spot.

They said “grind”, I said “prove it,”

I don’t post plates, I move units.

The street raised bosses and broke dreamers,

I just learned how to clean up without cleaners.

No mercy, no fear, I ride for mine,

Stackin’ scars in the dark, I shine in time.

Eyes wide, streets talk, hear the lines,

If you cross, you lost, that’s the sign.

I been stabbed by smiles and hugged by snakes,

So I count every favor, know what’s fake.

When the rent’s due, pride don’t pay,

So I robbed time, made the hours obey.

Ain’t no OGs, just dealers with titles,

Everybody a killer till they meet they rival.

Money don’t change you, it just show the core,

It made me colder, and I ain’t poor no more.

I ain’t here to be humble, I’m here to own,

Every loss I took turned skin to stone.

Now I talk different, move different, live grown,

They want the crown, but can’t sit on the throne.

No mercy, no fear, I ride for mine,

Stackin’ scars in the dark, I shine in time.

Eyes wide, streets talk, hear the lines,

If you cross, you lost, that’s the sign.

Yeah… I ain’t here to beg, I ain’t here to fold,

Life dealt cold hands, so I made gold.

Every loss, every hit, turned into skill,

Now my word is law, my move is chill.

Enemies chatter, but I don’t hear threats,

I got kings and soldiers, all collecting checks.

Every corner I pass, respect paid in full,

I made a throne out the gutter, now I rule.

Ain’t flashy for the gram, I’m flashy for survival,

Every lesson in these streets was a bible.

From the dirt to the crown, I never fold,

Every story in my scars, every word pure gold.

No mercy, no fear, I ride for mine,

Stackin’ scars in the dark, I shine in time.

Eyes wide, streets talk, hear the lines,

If you cross, you lost, that’s the sign.

No mercy. No fear. No deal.

If I said it, I meant it — that’s real.

If I lost it, I earned it — that’s the steel.