Where u at now bro

Yeah…

It’s funny now…

Back then?

No one clapped.

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Started with a vision, no backing, no crowd

Posting every night but I’m lost in the sound

No likes on the screen, no names in the chat

Just me and a goal — had to build from that

They said it’s a phase, said I’d drop it and quit

Now they watching every move like they’re part of the script

No help on the climb, no push, no guide

Just pressure and time and that fire inside

Cold roads, late drives, chasing light in the rain

Every shot that I took came with hunger and pain

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No applause when I needed that

No one clapped, I remember that

Built it quiet, I stayed on track

Now they see me — can’t turn back

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Back then it was “who’s Projects 7 20?” — said it straight to my face

Now it’s “he’s my mate” — same people switching their place

So-called friends like “yeah I got you, I’m near”

But they never showed love when the path wasn’t clear

Watching all my stories, never hitting that like

Too lazy to support but you watching my life

Don’t worry… I see you in that view list clear

Every silent watch, yeah I clock that here

Now it’s “bro you’re cold” like they always knew

Where was that energy when I needed you?

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No cheers…

No crowd…

No one clapped…

Just me…

Figuring it out…

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They didn’t clap…

No one clapped.

Now they all know the name when I step through.

Projects 7 20.