Gray money

Keep my pockets swole, call it BoFlex

Count it in the dark, I don’t show checks

All black ride, I don’t show plates

If it get close, I just rotate

Keep my pockets swole, call it BoFlex

No light here, only silhouettes

Say less, I don’t overstep

If it feel off, I don’t second guess

Grey walls, grey floors

Same route, same doors

I don’t knock, I just go

They don’t see how I move

Cold hands, slow breath

No sound, no steps

They talk—I don’t respond

I just watch where they went

It’s quiet but it ring sometimes

Like a tone in the back of my mind

Like a crack when the floor ain’t right

So I step where I know it’s fine

No friends, no ties

Just weight, just time

BoFlex in the cut

While the world stay blind

Keep my pockets swole, call it BoFlex

Count it in the dark, I don’t show checks

All black ride, I don’t show plates

If it get close, I just rotate

No sleep, just eyes

Stay open all night

If it move, I see

If it breathe, I might

They don’t know that feel

When the air go still

When the room too quiet

But it don’t feel real

I don’t stop, don’t stall

I don’t trip, don’t fall

If it call my name

I don’t answer at all

BoFlex, that code

Stay low, don’t fold

Pockets heavy still

But my hands stay cold

Don’t speak

Don’t move

Don’t slip

Don’t lose

Keep my pockets swole, call it BoFlex

Keep my pockets swole, call it BoFlex

No light, just steps

No sound—just checks