Blood and bottles

Tired of these bitch-ass motherfuckers thinkin’ they the shit,

Grab the blade, leave ’em clipped — now they barely even twitch.

Beat the shit out your punk ass like it’s a lesson on whooping your ass

Then take a piss on your grave, like “fuck your past.”

Past the past — shit was fake, I was left in the cold,

Now the same hoes suckin’ dick ’cause they think I got gold.

Didn’t give a shit before, now they gag for the stick,

Like a sugar treat — all sweet, but I ain’t forget shit.

I am the shit, that’s just how the flow go,

Every verse like a blade, every bar like a blow.

Tryna play me? Better pray quick, bitch —

This ain’t rap, this a fight with a switch, so let me say more shit,

I’m the sick beaner , I know you don’t like my demeanor, you’re mad cus your girl you can’t keep her, I make her legs tremble and her body eager.

I don’t give a fuck what they say I’m the leader, not a believer, call me reaper because I got more straps than a school shooter, hit you with my ruger, yo momma a cougar and she loves my ruler, she’s wet so it goes in smoother.

I’m more than an intruder,

Every move smoother, I maneuver like a kingdom ruler,

Cold stare, heavy aura — born sinner, born truer.

I’m the storm in the rumor, the ghost in the mirror,

Got ‘em trembling in fear when the sound gets nearer.

Every word’s a weapon, every line’s a trigger,

I don’t need the chrome — my mind’s the killer.

I rose from the sewer with a crown made of pain,

Rain in my veins, thunder locked in my brain.

Used to beg for a break, now I break every chain,

Used to chase love — now I’m chasing my name.

Cold nights built me, I was born outta panic,

Taught myself peace, turned the madness to magic.

Every line tragic, every word cinematic,

When I bleed on a beat, it’s automatic.

I don’t talk tough, I just breathe like a killer,

Calm in the storm, every verse gets realer.

They copy my walk, but can’t match the pillar,

I’m carved in stone — born sinner, born builder.

Hook (between verses)

Blood and bottles, pain that follows,

Heart so hollow, I lead, they follow.

Ash in my lungs, still spit bravado,

If hell got gates, I’m the one they borrow.

Verse 3 — “The Comeback”

Now the crowd scream louder when the lights get dim,

Every scar on my body got a story within.

Used to drown in the smoke, used to beg for a win,

Now I laugh at the dark — I became its twin.

Pressure on my chest, still breathe like a titan,

Walk with death daily, but I never stop fightin’.

Truth in my palm, got cuts from the writin’,

Every sin that I penned turned pain into lightning.

Talk cheap — I let my silence attack,

Walk deep — shadow on my own damn track.

If life’s a war, then I’m done lookin’ back,

‘Cause the blood and the bottles all fade to black.

Outro / Hook Reprise

Blood and bottles, pain that follows,

Heart so hollow, I lead, they follow.

Turn my demons into models,

Burn my past, watch hope re-swallow.