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Yeah…
Turn that volume up.
Ain’t no peace in the jungle—
Only predators and pressure. Let’s go.
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I don’t talk, I explode—every line like a warhead,
I don't aim for your pride, I go straight for your forehead,
I was bred in the chaos, where the weak get ignored,
Either learn how to hunt, or get fed to the horde.
No love in my city, just envy and fangs,
I walk through the fire like it's part of my plan,
They was sleepin' on the vision, now I’m breakin’ the dam,
Now they chokin’ on the smoke while I’m raisin’ the brand.
Who want smoke? I deliver it free,
Got venom in my pen, got a beast off the leash,
Talk slick? Better back that speech,
I’m a warpath soul, you a typo in reach.
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No mercy. I don't break, I break bones,
I don’t flinch when the wolves throw stones,
Whole world tryna bite my throne,
But I built this with blood, not loans.
No fear. I was forged in pain,
Every scar that I got got a name,
Don’t care if you big in the game—
One shot, leave a king in flames.
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I don't move like a man, I move like a shadow,
Steel in my chest, heart cold as the gallows,
I don't blink when it’s deep in the battle,
Got lines that’ll rattle your marrow and tattle.
Ain’t no peace treaty, I ain’t here for a truce,
I came to rip throats, leave ‘em hung from the noose,
Every verse like a curse when I get in the booth,
Got 'em prayin’ for a break, but I tighten the noose.
You talk cash, I talk consequence,
I make silence sound like dominance,
I been cursed with a mind too ominous,
I don’t play with threats, I demolish 'em.
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No mercy. I don't break, I break bones,
I don’t flinch when the wolves throw stones,
Whole world tryna bite my throne,
But I built this with blood, not loans.
No fear. I was forged in pain,
Every scar that I got got a name,
Don’t care if you big in the game—
One shot, leave a king in flames.
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Now the tempo’s up, and the leash is off,
I was nice too long, now the demon talk,
You a pawn in a game where the reapers walk,
Better watch your step, or your dreams get chalked.
Don’t beg for a shot, I don’t hand out love,
I was starvin' in the rain while they stood in clubs,
Now the throne look close, and my fist’s in blood,
Every line I write feel like a loaded slug.
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This is grind to the grave, no cheat, no save,
Every breath that I take got rage engraved,
I don’t dance with the snakes, I just dig they graves,
Whole scene full of frauds tryna ride my wave.
They want clout? I want carnage.
I want kings lookin’ shook when I’m marchin’.
I want fear in
