Folded in the dark

## Intro

*(Beat is stripped back. No drums yet—just a slow, dark, cinematic piano melody and maybe the sound of distant rain or vinyl crackle)*

*(Speak this slowly, with a calm but very intense, disgusted tone)*

It's funny how things change.

You think you know who's riding with you. You think you know who's solid.

But the truth is, pressure bursts pipes... and it exposes the fakes.

You thought I wouldn't see it? You thought I wouldn't catch the disrespect?

*(Slight pause, let the piano ring out)*

Yeah. I can't believe this mess.

## Verse 1

*(Beat drops heavy with aggressive 808s and fast hi-hats)*

A blob of soap, the sleepers ain't the same kind.

And if we don't sit, the weakness leaks, spitting on the same side.

I thought we was gon' be real solid in the back,

You was telling me some fake tales out the hidden sack.

But listen, listen, you just trying to play me cold,

You was trying to get up under my skin and hoping that I broke.

Homie, stop playing with me, or I have to pull some strings,

I mean it’s just so messed up, living in this game hopeless in the daily struggle.

I don't care no fake myths, get my hand up off of them numbers.

I can't believe this mess.

Be cool, and keep your nerves,

And stop acting like you with the moves you knocked them first.

And come and step up to the plate, get yourself deserted,

Matter fact, I'm telling you, this truth is gonna hurt you.

I mean the knowledge, this game is not the same side.

I mean it’s just so messed up, going against my kind.

I mean them shady guys, claiming they gon' ride,

Partner, you's a fake, stop playing with the side.

This game not... ever gonna fly.

## Chorus

*(Full instrumental: massive 808s, cinematic strings, fast trap hats)*

You claimed you was my kind, but you folded in the dark.

Tryna play me cold, but you never had the heart.

Talkin' all that talk, but you deserted when it's time.

Real ones stand together, you ain't cut from my design!

## Verse 2

*(Beat keeps riding heavy, 808s sliding between bars)*

Look, I gave you a seat at the table, I handed you bread.

Now you spinning up lies, trying to mess with my head.

You was barking real loud when the sun was still shining,

But the minute it rained, you was hiding and crying.

You a fraud in the flesh, yeah, your colors is showing,

I see where you planted, but nothing is growing.

You thought you could step on my name for a check?

Now you walking on ice with a rope round your neck!

*(Drop the drums out completely for these next two lines, just dark piano)*

Don't talk about loyalty, don't say my name

You folded for nothing, you went out in shame.

(Drums slam back in hard on the next line)

I'm cutting the dead weight, I'm burning the bridge,

You ain't built for the climb, you belong on the ridge.

So keep playing victim and pointing the finger,

The stench of a rat is always gonna linger.

I'm taking my energy back to the vault,

If you drown in the deep end, it's your only fault!

Chorus

(Full instrumental brings the energy back up for the clim