No more loyalty

intro (ad-lib)

Yeah, ayy, woo—no cap

hook

I gave you loyalty, you switched up, no more loyalty, (no more)

Smiles in my face, snake in the soil, no more loyalty. (nah)

I cut the ties, closed that door, moved silent, no more noise,

Clock tickin’, people changin’—I don’t trust the glossy boys.

verse 1

Used to ride for the set, same block, same time,

Shared meals, shared plans, now they claim they never mine.

Photo on the feed, caption loud—fake design,

When the money came, the love folded—paper fine.

I kept receipts of promises, they ghost like winter air,

Talk cold in the cut, but they never steady there.

Loyalty is currency, they spend it everywhere,

So I keep my circle small, quiet moves, beware.

pre-hook

I ain’t shocked, just focused, moved on, stay composed,

Lessons taught in silence, blood still runs close. (close)

hook

I gave you loyalty, you switched up, no more loyalty, (no more)

Smiles in my face, snake in the soil, no more loyalty. (nope)

I cut the ties, closed that door, moved silent, no more noise,

Clock tickin’, people changin’—I don’t trust the glossy boys.

verse 2

They clap when I win, whisper when I fall, that’s the game,

They wear my name on shirts but never standin’ in the rain.

I watched the colors fade when the lights changed lanes,

Real recognize real, fake showin’ shame.

Late nights, I count the cost—friends turn to cost,

All the ones I thought I had? They was currency lost.

So I guard the key, lock hearts, double-checked the vault,

No handouts, no sweet talks, I don’t owe y’all.

bridge (slow, melodic)

You said forever, then turned seasons into rumors,

I kept receipts, kept reasons, now I’m cooler.

No more loyalty, no more favors, no more users,

I move like winter water—calm, cut through rumors.

hook (with ad-libs)

I gave you loyalty, you switched up, no more loyalty, (skrt, skrt)

Smiles in my face, snake in the soil, no more loyalty. (yah)

I cut the ties, closed that door, moved silent, no more noise,

Clock tickin’, people changin’—I don’t trust the glossy boys.

outro (spoken/quiet)

Keep what you want, I’ll keep my peace—money, fame, and clout,

But loyalty’s a rare thing now, I ain’t givin’ that out. (no more)

No more loyalty.

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