Intro (spoken, tense)
Aye — lights low, blocks watchin'
You thought you slick, huh? We seen that
Hook (chanty, repetitive)
Gotcha — in the cut where the shadows meet the street
Gotcha — they said he run, but he couldn't keep the beat
Gotcha — one glance, now your story on repeat
Gotcha — every move, every lie, we keep receipts
Verse 1 (crisp, narrative)
Pull up slow, headlights kiss the curb, heart steady like a drum
Seen him twice this week, talkin' reckless, thinkin' he run from some
Phone buzzin' — ops flexin' on the 'gram, talkin' big behind glass
Word travel fast, but nights move faster when the past tryin' to pass
We timed the block, silence like a pact — neighbors watch the sky
Cameras sleep, but we awake, scale the stairs like lullaby
He let's his guard drop, pockets empty but his mouth full of steam
One step, two steps — caught him leanin' in a pipe dream
Pre-Hook (short, rising)
Aye, you was talkin' like you wasn't seen
We been plottin' while you livin' on a screen
Hook (repeat)
Gotcha — in the cut where the shadows meet the street
Gotcha — they said he run, but he couldn't keep the beat
Gotcha — one glance, now your story on repeat
Gotcha — every move, every lie, we keep receipts
Verse 2 (detail-heavy, cold)
Dash camera blinked, but the night kept our names away
He thought the alley blessed, I whisper names that never fade
She said he playin' hero, but the script was always thin
We fold the lines, collect the threads where his paper been
No glory here, just the echo of the block's cold hymn
Concrete tells the truth when the street lights dim
I move like math — numbers, faces, routes they chose
You bet on odds, I bet on sight — now everybody knows
Bridge (taut, menacing)
A lesson for the ones who flex with plastic crowns
We took the chessboard, knock the little kings down
Quiet like a sermon, loud like every lie he said
The city keep the score, keep the ledger red
Hook (with ad-libs)
Gotcha — in the cut where the shadows meet the street (aye)
Gotcha — they said he run, but he couldn't keep the beat (huh)
Gotcha — one glance, now your story on repeat (we seen it)
Gotcha — every move, every lie, we keep receipts (keep receipts)
Outro (cold, measured)
We don't celebrate — just close the file and walk
Night swallowin' footsteps, block breathe, tick-tock
You learn quick — streets don't forget, they teach
One slip, one glance, and you hear... "Gotcha."
Porque music
See you when I see you
Otro