🎤 Verse 1 — (Chevy woods flow + Von detail, same energy but tightened) Walkin’ down Penn Ave, got pain sittin’ in my denim, Tryna chill but the memories hit harder than venom. Homies stuck, homies gone — I learned loss by the hallway, Had to teach myself to breathe right, do it the hard way. Hit Dallas too — slid down South where the streets don’t blink, Cowgirls or not, them boys on 10, they hittin’ before you think. Seen loyalty switch quick, whole room go cold, Seen a dude test fate… then fate got bold. Phone buzz twice — nah, I ain’t pickin’ up shit, ’Cause everyone claim real till they forced to commit. Chevy calm but the Von in me peep every move, People talk like they wise… but they actions don’t prove. I ain’t no hero, but I fed folks when they hurt, Somehow that made me the villain, how that work? Them same ones I carried turned silent like winter, But real ones feel the truth when the fake get bitter. --- (Longer verse 60 seconds drill bounce Nothing but the 808s blaring) (KEEPING YOUR SMOKING PART — but now it’s layered with Jersey drill bounce) (beat drops out… then slowly builds) … tsshhh… (Coughs) Hhhhu… … (kick starts bouncing: boom-boom-tsk, boom-boom-tsk…) … (808 slides start dancing left to right) … (vocal chop rising: “yeah… yeah… yeah…”) … (snare reverses, bass bends, synth wobble builds) … (beat stutters like a Jersey club brake — buh-buh-buh-BUMP!) … (another inhale… smoke exhale drifting into the mic) … (beat peaks — crowd-jump moment) … --- (Long 60 second pause that allows the beat to switch to metal and spazzes out with it) --- --- --- 🎤 Verse 2 — (Von pacing, Chevy tone, Jersey energy underneath) Yeah… I’m back now, that silence was a weapon, A moment for the real ones to breathe before steppin’. I been starvin’ dreams, feedin’ people who don’t feed back, They love throwin’ dirt but forget who kept their world intact. Von voice in my ear like: “Boy, check them signs.” Chevy in my soul like: “Stay patient, take your time.” So I walk both lines — calm heart, dangerous mind, Jersey bounce in my chest when the street drum align. Been in Dallas where the wrong word spark whole heat, Back home Pittsburgh cold, but the tension run deep. Some lions act tough till a real wolf creep, Some folks preach real but their loyalty cheap. I lost folks, lost trust, but I ain’t lose me, And I don’t run from storms — I just let the rain clean. If they call me the villain? Cool. I’ll carry that flame. ’Cause the ones I saved know the truth behind the name. I ain’t fearin’ no silence — I BEEN through worse, I just let the pause hit harder than the verse. And when the beat come back after all them seconds gone? It’s like Von walkin’ in with Chevy Woods holdin’ on. --- 🌙 Outro — (No adlibs but allows the beat to switch and spaz out) --- --- BITCH!

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