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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Came up from the mud, no pity, no pass,
Heart turned cold, now the soul don’t crack.
Masked up moves, no face, no name,
I was built in the dark, got used to the rain.
Ops talk tough, but they fold on sight,
I don’t need no hype, I just load and strike.
They post for the 'Gram, we post on the block,
Ten toes down while they click and talk.
Glide on beats like I glide on drills,
Every bar that I spit got weight, it kills.
No lie in the voice, no cap in the walk,
I don’t flex on dreams—I cash out chalk.
[Hook]
No talk, just step,
No love, just rep.
I been cold since youth,
I don’t fold, I press.
They type, we test,
We don’t brag, we check.
They want fame, I want throne,
I want smoke, not text.
[Verse 2]
I ain’t in it for likes, I’m in it for blood,
I’m the calm in the storm, I don’t swim, I flood.
From a place where the weak don’t last too long,
Either play your part or you play it wrong.
Whip that sound like a chef with skill,
Make beats bleed like the block gets real.
Still move quiet, still move wise,
Never need clout when you move with pride.
They talk goals, but they stuck on dreams,
I break codes, I don’t follow routines.
One eye open, can’t trust these snakes,
I done seen more switch than a mixtape fake.
[Hook – Repeat]
No talk, just step,
No love, just rep.
I been cold since youth,
I don’t fold, I press.
They type, we test,
We don’t brag, we check.
They want fame, I want throne,
I want smoke, not text.
[Outro – Spoken, beat fades]
No talkin'.
No warnin’.
Just moves.
You’ll know when I’m there.
Details
GeneratedApr 24, 2025
Duration3:24
LanguageEnglish
Style
a hard-hitting drill rap by a white rapper with aggressive energy, sharp punchlines, and that street-smart confidence.
Credits
Prompt by
wraith
wraithModelAria v4
