HOOK
I been off-grid, phone dead, still wired in the system
Talk slick, get your whole damn timeline missin’
Bad luck tucked in my jacket like a pistol
Kash kode koma, I don’t blink, I just glisten
Kash kode koma, yeah, I’m froze but I’m vicious
No face, no case, just a ghost in the business
Gold teeth talk when the room get suspicious
I don’t need fame, I need bread and forgiveness
VERSE 1
I woke up sick with a scheme in my skull
Belly full of rage and a rent bill due
Same shoes muddy but the fit look cruel
Laugh in the rain like I bent them rules
God don’t text, so I pray through static
Bassline blacked out, trunk doing backflips
I got bad habits wrapped in good fabric
Whole team hungry, that’s a wolfpack banquet
Swoup through the fog with a limp and a grin
Blood on the moon, got the wolves tuned in
I don’t chase clout, I let fools move in
Then tax that noise like a toll booth sin
Everybody rich when the camera on
Everybody tough till the hammer cough
I been in the cut where the candles gone
Writing cold facts with my knuckles raw
Tell ’em pardon my absence
I was somewhere deep with the madness
Polishing pain into platinum
Still can’t quit, too attached to the static
[HOOK]
I been off-grid, phone dead, still wired in the system
Talk slick, get your whole damn timeline missin’
Bad luck tucked in my jacket like a pistol
Kash kode koma, I don’t blink, I just glisten
Kash kode koma, yeah, I’m froze but I’m vicious
No face, no case, just a ghost in the business
Gold teeth talk when the room get suspicious
I don’t need fame, I need bread and forgiveness
VERSE 2
My soul got priced like a treasury note
Sold one dream just to keep me afloat
Old heads told me don’t sleep near smoke
Now I nap by the fire with a blade in my coat
I make broke look dangerous, rich look nervous
Black mask sermon, dirt road service
I ain’t perfect, I’m a curse with purpose
Turn pain to product, then tax the purchase
Big dog bark from a basement booth
No blue check, still I’m making news
Your favorite rapper got a rented mood
I got scars that could pay his dues
Slip into a calibrated coma
Still hear the beat like it’s kicking through the sofa
Cold case heart with a Florida odor
Sunshine death in a black Range Rover
I don’t flex for the net, I invest in the exit
Plotting on peace with a hand on a weapon
Half my blessings came dressed as lessons
Half my demons still ask for seconds
[BRIDGE]
Make a lot of money, then I’m gone, that’s the lie though
Every time I leave, hear the drums through the drywall
Every time I sleep, see the wolves in a slideshow
Every time I win, need a bigger damn silo
[FINAL HOOK]
I been off-grid, phone dead, still wired in the system
Talk slick, get your whole damn timeline missin’
Bad luck tucked in my jacket like a pistol
Kash kode koma, I don’t blink, I just glisten
Kash kode koma, yeah, I’m froze but I’m vicious
No face, no case, just a ghost in the business
Gold teeth talk when the room get suspicious
I don’t need fame, I need bread
izayah
