[Verse 1]
Cold pavement sermons, mama warned me ‘bout the talk,
Fucking Neighbors trade headlines like they stackin’ sidewalk chalk,
I ride slow past corner stores where fuck boys walk,
Counting breaths, counting blessings, steady eyes, not balk.
Seen cousins fold under pressure, wallets turned to rust,
Promises evaporate when the damn system breaks its trust,
We keep our fucking names outta mouths that profit off disgust,
Hustle taught discretion — quiet moves, concrete thrust.
I light a candle for the absent, for the lessons and the cost,
Lock that past shit in a trunk, drive clean — never double-cross.
[Hook]
Gotta body splat my ops, can’t let that chapter reopen,
Seal the file, lock the file, every rumor’s broken,
We rise above the static, keep our circle golden,
No returns, no detours — that chapter stays unspoken.
[Verse 2]
Rearview full of fucking shadows, most of ‘em ain’t my shade,
Seen the cost of loud mouths — wallets and trust played,
We plant seeds in silence, watch the orchard we made,
They flinch at our harvest — jealous of what we save.
The fucking, School of hard knocks, taught me how to read a glance,
A nod, a ledger closed, we move with that stance,
If you loud about my mother fucking business, you ain’t built for the dance,
So we ghost the gossip, let karma make advance.
I’m tryna raise my kin beyond these cracked stoops and drains,
Cut the rotten branches off — keep the roots, keep the grain.
Hook
Gotta body splat my ops, can’t let that chapter reopen,
Seal the file, lock the file, every rumor’s broken,
We rise above the static, keep our circle golden,
No returns, no detours — that chapter stays unspoken.
[Verse 3]
Late night confessions, I catalog the falling stars,
Names fade into numbers when they trade us for fast cars,
Truth weigh heavier than chains, heavier than scars,
So I polish up my lessons, keep ‘em close, keep ‘em ours.
We ain’t thirst for revenge — we thirst for better days,
Replace chatter with ledgered wins, build new ways,
Open books for the youth — let the new page blaze,
Teach ‘em how to guard the gate, not get lost in phase.
When the past comes knockin’, I’m steady on the porch,
Sayin’ “Chapter closed, keep movin’,” then I lock that torch.
[Hook]
Gotta body splat my ops, can’t let that chapter reopen,
Seal the file, lock the file, every rumor’s broken,
We rise above the static, keep our circle golden,
No returns, no detours — that chapter stays unspoken.
Denway
