I was in a coffee shop, around nine.
Cup in hand, good convo, no tension.
My boy’s half-turned, throwing charm at some girl,
And I get it — she had that kind of body that makes time slow.
Smile like she already knew what you were gonna say,
Eyes like she’d already heard it all.
She got a text mid-laugh. Said something about having to go.
Probably her man. My boy just shrugged.
I said, “Nice try.” He smirked. We left.
We stepped outside, barely made it ten steps
Before some dude we’ve never seen in our lives
Pops up like we’d taken something from him.
Chest out. Voice high. Eyes twitching.
Behind him? Six more, lined up sloppy,
Like backup dancers who missed rehearsal.
Pimps? Dealers? Local legends in their own heads?
Didn’t matter. I wasn’t impressed.
Neither was my guy — but we didn’t laugh out loud.
Not this time.
I dropped a message to the boys, quiet thumb moves.
“Roll now.”
He barked something stupid. My boy shot back with calm disrespect.
He don’t escalate, but He’ll clear rooms with words lyrically assassinate.
That familiar growl from a block away?
V8, angry. I knew the sound.
Goody pulled up clean, parked in silence
King Ginger stepped out. The grin on his face said ready for violence.
Then came more. Two cars. Four doors. No music. Just movement. Now we weren’t outnumbered — they were outclassed.
Their leed dog puffed up like a pit,
Tried theatrics thinkin we some poodles, I cut him off mid-line like a Doberman cutting bone like soft noodles.
“I see the colors, chains, the waistband bulges.
I see the Instagram filters and the wannabe knowledge.
I’m unimpressed you’re all the same
I know blah blah blah thug fuck gang gang.
But let me ask you something…
What’s your plan when the wind don’t miss?
When the air itself gets violent?
You’re looking for someone to swing at —
But what do you do when the threat ain’t visible?
When you hear footsteps but there’s no one on your flank?”
He blinked. I didn’t.
“You boys came for a moment.
We came with memory.
You brought a threat — we brought receipts.”
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HOOK (Refrain — dropped in naturally):
Whispers don’t echo where we move.
Scars speak louder than your crew.
Didn’t bring a gang — just ghosts.
Didn’t raise our voice — just pressure.
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He looked at me like I was just some ginger.
Thought it’d be light work.
I could’ve ended it right there.
Didn’t.
Because this ain’t about muscle.
This is a resume.
And I don’t need to prove anything to someone
who’s still playin’ soldier.
See, you got shooters?
Cool.
I got tier one ghosts.
No names, no tags, no chains.
They train in weather that breaks bones.
They move in silence, stack bodies, forget names.
While You flex online.
They kickin doors, gettin trigger time
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So when the smoke settles,
And you’re wondering if this all really happened —
Just know:
The news won’t drop names. The reporter will say it was just another night a real quiet Tuesday .
Goody Life…days of the week…believe me when I say….you don’t wanna feature…KG, TGB!!!
NeuronMystical
