Yo, this one’s an anthem straight from the concrete,
for Emvee and every hustler tryna eat.
Street code heavy, no cap, no deceit—
grind clean or get banned, that’s the beat.
Hook
Oh Emvee, oh Emvee, tss tss…
Tried to warn your greedy ass, but you skipped the class,
Boosted playlists, fake plays, now your shit crashed,
Shake my fuckin’ head, bro… join the banned club fast.
Verse 1
They reported you left, right, center stage,
But I climbed from the pit, broke out the cage,
They tried to bury me under algorithm rage,
But I rose back up, turned the page.
100K plays, all organic, no bots in the mix,
Nose to the grind, no tricks, just bricks,
Built my own lane while you paid for the clicks,
Now look at you—streams gone, distributor kicks.
Hook
Oh Emvee, oh Emvee, tss tss…
Greed got you blind, now you payin’ the cost,
Banned club welcome, doors locked, bridge crossed,
Shoulda listened when the real ones talked.
Verse 2
You chased the quick bag, artificial inflate,
Thought shortcuts would elevate, but they seal your fate,
Spotify sniffs fraud, hits you with the gate,
Strikes stack quick, music yanked, too late.
I seen the warnings flash, red flags in your feed,
But you kept pushin’ paid, ignorin’ the creed,
Street rule number one: earn it, don’t feed,
The fake machine—let the real fans bleed. 0 “LARGE” 2 “LARGE”
Verse 3
Now flip the script, young king, start from zero again,
Drop the boost packs, let the culture spin,
Grind natural, slow burn, let the real ones win,
Bars over bots, heart over sin.
I’m back at 100 thou’, pure sweat equity,
No fine to pay, no apology plea,
You can climb too—believe in the recipe,
But do it without cheatin’, that’s the legacy.
Outro Hook
Oh Emvee, oh Emvee… tss tss…
Shake my head, bro, but the door ain’t shut,
Come back correct, put in work, no cut,
Street rap anthem: grind clean or get gutted.
Keep pushin’, no shortcuts, head down, stay up—
That’s the code, that’s the love, that’s us.
Real recognize real. Stay grindin’. No cap.
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