Hook) Black fit, black rims, blackout lane Smoke curl slow, let it hide my face Dead talk cheap, I don’t entertain If it ain’t about bread, don’t say my name Cold eyes lit like a dashboard glow Whole squad silent, we don’t move for show Came from the dirt, got mud in my veins Cross that line, you dig your own grave (Verse 1) Graveyard built me, I breathe at night Fluorescent buzz under broken lights No silver spoon, just grit and spite Turned every loss to a sharper bite Storm in my chest but it stay on mute I don’t vent pain, I convert to loot All black silhouette, step real smooth Cutscene villain with nothing to prove Trust thin glass, I don’t lean on it Seen day-ones fold for convenience quick I move quiet, let results speak loud While they chase clout, I’m above that crowd Bass hit low like a warning sign Heartbeat synced to a darker grind Faith in God but my guard stay high You either build or you step aside (Hook) Black fit, black rims, blackout lane Smoke curl slow, let it hide my face Dead talk cheap, I don’t entertain If it ain’t about bread, don’t say my name Cold eyes lit like a dashboard glow Whole squad silent, we don’t move for show Came from the dirt, got mud in my veins Cross that line, you dig your own grave (Verse 2) Night shift blood, I was forged in cold Learned real fast who gon’ break or fold No loud threats, just quiet resolve When it’s time to move, problems dissolve They flip sides like a cheap coin toss I stay solid, take wins and loss No long talks, just handled business Energy dark but the vision vivid Moonlight flash on a chrome detail Every scar got a story to tell Demons close but they stay in check Now they fuel every move I set Crew move ghost, no need to boast We don’t bark loud — we control the coast Play tough online, but in real life fold I don’t chase fame, I chase control (Final Hook – heavier) Black fit, black rims, blackout lane Smoke in my lungs, but my mind stay sane Dead weight talk, it fade away Only real ones eat at my table plate Cold stare locked, no fear, no save I don’t talk threats, I dig that grave Came from the mud, now I reign in it Night shift heart — I was made in it

Coffin season