Gotcha

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