Gotcha

Intro (ad-libs)

Ayy, bah — skrrt, skrrt, yah


Verse 1

Night low, hoodie up, city on hush,

shadows move slick, heartbeat in rush.

Whispers on corners, snakes in the grass,

I watch the chessboard, they playin' too fast.

Eyes on the prize, no trust in the fold,

they smile for the gram but the ledger gone cold.

Pocket full silence, mind full of moves,

countin' each step, yeah, I don’t lose.


Pre-Chorus

Switch the lane, take the route they forget,

shadow on shadow, cold silhouette.

They thought it sweet — thought they safe in the glow,

I came like winter — sudden, low.


Chorus

Gotcha — watch the lights flicker, watch 'em fold,

Gotcha — every secret got a price, story told.

Gotcha — move in silence, leave 'em guessin' slow,

Gotcha — when the curtain drops, now they know. (bah)


Verse 2

Calls on mute, they sendin' fake love,

smiles with daggers, hands full of gloves.

I keep the ledger clean, no ink on my palms,

calm in the chaos, steady in storms.

They run their mouths, I run my plans,

built from the bottom with my bare hands.

No speeches, no pleas, just the marks on the map,

one step ahead, never caught in the trap.


Pre-Chorus

Shift the weight, let the rumor dissolve,

watch how the pieces involvе and revolve.

You blink, you slip — I been waitin' long,

cool like the verdict, quick like the song.


Chorus

Gotcha — watch the lights flicker, watch 'em fold,

Gotcha — every secret got a price, story told.

Gotcha — move in silence, leave 'em guessin' slow,

Gotcha — when the curtain drops, now they know. (skrrt)


Bridge (ad-libs, call-and-response)

Ayy — who? — I told ya.

Who? — The one in the shadow.

Told ya — told ya — told ya — (bah, yah)


Verse 3 (short, punchy)

No flash in my step, just focus in grind,

learned to keep peace with the things I find.

They chase the clout, I chase the cause,

no clinkin' chains, just a silent applause.

When the lights dim low, truth start to show,

faces change color, cold breeze, whoa.

I smile, nod slow, let the silence flex,

one final line — sign, check, next.


Chorus (repeat, harder)

Gotcha — watch the lights flicker, watch 'em fold,

Gotcha — every secret got a price, story told.

Gotcha — move in silence, leave 'em guessin' slow,

Gotcha — when the curtain drops, now they know. (ayy, bah)


Outro (fade, ad-libs)

Quiet steps home, ledger closed tight,

night keep my secret, vanish in sight.

Gotcha — yeah, gotcha — move cold, move right.

Porque music
See you when I see you
Otro 

Drill, male