War cry

⸻

Yeah.

Don’t ask me who I’m talkin’ to —

If the shoe fit? You laced it.

⸻

Look—

I ain’t the one for the shade, so please don’t try it, boo

My name ring bells in the trap and the private schools

Grew up where the rent late, but the lashes new

Now I pull up in that matte black — no tint, just view

Yeah, Trenton made me — Monroe raised me

Heart cold, soul bold, streets couldn’t break me

They throw dirt, I grow — you could never phase me

I’m cut different, like I bled out from a gold AP

All facts, no fiction — bars got conviction

I move like a prayer answered, you move on suspicion

Heard they sneak dissin’, but they ain’t in position

How you hatin’ from the bench? Baby, that’s superstition

Uh, I been nice — still humble with a mean bite

Type to flip the script mid-play like a rewrite

Used to run the block with a blade in my Levi’s

Now it’s hush money when they beg for a rewrite

Look—

I don’t need love, I need equity

Y’all post memes, I make legacy

Baddest on both coasts, no referee

‘Murder on Monroe’ — that’s the recipe

Keep the code like old heads in the dice game

You loud, I’m lethal — this ain’t the same lane

No gimmicks, no ghost — every line flame

Tell ’em bow down before I even say my name

Dior — and don’t forget the “Kash”

Queen of the jungle, still walk with class

Might smile sweet, but I bite like wrath

And I’m done playin’ nice — now I’m on they—

⸻

Let the girls know I’m not the one.

Never was.

Never will be.

Trenton talk.