I Didn’t Make It

[Intro]
“I didn’t make it”
Yeah, that’s what they say
Same old playlist
Same cheap hate
[Verse 1]
“I didn’t make it”
Cool, then why you pressed?
Scroll my name in private
Type my name in threats
Say I don’t write my bars
Say I just fake my scars
You don’t see late nights, blue screen
Blank page, bruised heart
Talk big on a cracked screen
Small soul in a large feed
You don’t see me half asleep
Bleeding on a hard beat (yeah)
You don’t see the panic
Mask on, hand shaking
Question every line I drop
Thinking I’m a blank fake
[Chorus]
“I didn’t make it, didn’t make it”
You just keep saying that line
But every time that you play it
You just press repeat on my grind
You don’t know the hell I’m facing
Shadows that sit in my mind
“I didn’t make it, didn’t make it”
But you quote my words every night (every night)
[Verse 2]
Demons in the doorway
Tell me I’m a cheap trick
“You ain’t wrote a single word”
They sound just like these critics
Voice in my head’s like a comment thread
Same font, same tone, same poison spread
Tell me tap out, fade out, lay down dead
Why you think I sharpen every word I said?
I’ve been on the floor with the curtains drawn
Wonder if the world would miss these songs
Wonder if they right, if I’m just some pawn
If I’m just a mask and the pen ain’t mine
But who sat here when my chest felt tight?
Who carved hooks out of sleepless nights?
Who turned breakdowns into battle cries?
Check the mirror, that’s the co-sign (yeah)
[Chorus]
“I didn’t make it, didn’t make it”
You just keep saying that line
But every time that you play it
You just press repeat on my grind
You don’t know the hell I’m facing
Shadows that sit in my mind
“I didn’t make it, didn’t make it”
But you quote my words every night (every night)
[Bridge]
Maybe you right, maybe I’m gone
Maybe I’m stitched from anger and songs
Maybe I’m built from trauma and fraud
Maybe I’m nothing, maybe I’m wrong (wrong)
Or maybe you fear that I did this alone
Fear that your talk can’t cancel my growth
Fear that your doubts can’t drown out this throat
Hear every “fake” turn fuel for my soul (woo)
[Chorus]
“I didn’t make it, didn’t make it”
You just keep saying that line
But every time that you play it
You just press repeat on my grind
You don’t know the hell I’m facing
Shadows that sit in my mind
“I didn’t make it, didn’t make it”
Say it till you choke on the lie
“I didn’t make it, didn’t make it”
Funny how that’s keeping me alive (keeping me alive)

rap, Aggressive hardstyle rap banger: distorted kicks and reese bass drive a relentless 150 BPM groove, male vocals spitting tight double-time flows. Verses stay tense and claustrophobic with stuttering synth stabs and glitchy vocal chops; hook explodes with gang shouts, pitched screams, and wide saw leads. Breakdowns strip to sub and eerie pads, then slam back in with layered ad-libs and clipped delays around key punchlines., hardstyle