[Intro – dark piano loop, heavy 808, slow hi hat roll, subtle vinyl texture] Yeah Whole room shift when I step in You can feel that pressure [Verse 1 – hard 808s, crisp hats, minimal melody] They talk loud when the spotlight missin’ Same ones quiet when it’s face to face I don’t raise voice, I raise stakes Whole lotta calm, but it ain’t safe Ridin’ slow, windows low, bassline drag Every move quiet, but it hit like a flag I don’t do threats, I let results speak By the end of the week, they adjust how they speak Circle small, loyalty rare Seen fake love hide in a stare I don’t chase hype, I build weight Stack it up straight, let patience create Money talk clear, I don’t argue much If it ain’t correct, I don’t entertain such You either solid or you fold under heat I stay ten toes planted deep in the street [Pre-Chorus – beat strips to 808 pulse] If you cross lines, better stand tall If you speak big, better back that call Ain’t no noise when the real ones move Just heavy steps and a colder groove [Chorus – full 808 knock, layered hook vocals] If it ain’t my dough, better say no no no Better walk them miles in them same old soles Come correct when you step to the throne We don’t fold, we control our zone Say less, move smart, play roles Real ones rise, fake ones exposed When the lights go dim and the trunk stay low You already know how Memphis roll [Verse 2 – added snare bounce, deeper 808 slides] They flex loud but the numbers thin All that bark, no discipline I move quiet, let the grind expand Long game vision, master plan No crash out energy over here Just cold moves and a steady gear You chase clout, I chase leverage Different levels, different measurements I don’t rush none, I apply weight Seen too much just to operate With emotion wild and logic gone I build strong while they build wrong [Bridge – stripped beat, low vocal tone] Respect earned, never borrowed Built from pressure, built from sorrow Now the bass knock like tomorrow Ain’t promised, so I move thorough [Final Chorus – extra ad libs, full knock] If it ain’t my dough, better say no no no Better walk them miles in them same old soles Come correct when you step to the throne We don’t fold, we control our zone Say less, move smart, play roles Real ones rise, fake ones exposed When the lights go dim and the trunk stay low You already know how Memphis roll [Outro – piano fades, 808 tail] Heavy steps. No noise.

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