Grim Salvo Season

Teeth on the curb

Blood on the lace

I don’t do threats

I just do face

Crawl from the hatch in the basement floor

Mold in my lungs, I been breathing war

Ink in my veins, every line get torn

Every bar like a bite from a rusted jaw

Eyes roll back when the switch flip

Spit thick, drip code like a crypt script

Talk big, get clipped in a quick glitch

Whole clique turn stiff on a slick miss

I don’t pray, I plot routes

Mark names, then cross out

Whole map full of chalk outlines

Like I drew the whole block with the lights out (yeah)

This that grim salvo season

Mouth full of venom, I’m seething

You want smoke? Keep breathing

I’ll make sure you stop by the weekend

This that grim salvo season (grim)

Teeth sharp, tongue like a demon (talk)

You got heart? I’m feeding

I don’t need a reason, I don’t need a reason

Cold in my chest like a meat rack

Hoodie smell bleach and a ski mask

Laugh in the lens of a speed cam

Catch me on frame with a brief stance

Dead stare, no flare, just violence

Whole room hush up, pure silence

I ain’t gotta shout for the sirens

I step through and the air get tightening

I been in the mud, I been in the bite marks

You been in the club tryna TikTok

We are not the same, you a quick spark

I’m the dark in the fuse when it kicks off (boom)

This that grim salvo season

Mouth full of venom, I’m seething

You want smoke? Keep breathing

I’ll make sure you stop by the weekend

This that grim salvo season (season)

Teeth sharp, tongue like a demon (demon)

You got heart? I’m feeding

I don’t need a reason, I don’t need a reason (nah)