[HOOK]
Yeah, I’m runnin’ through the city, gotta bleed for it (bleed 🤞🏽),
Stack bands, break chains, gotta reach for it.
From the mud, from the grind, I was made for it,
Young king from the D, watch me speak on it.
Slime talk, Slatt 🤟🏽, yeah they preach on it,
Black on black drip, whole fit got heat on it.
They don’t know the pain but I keep goin’,
Calibann X, yeah I keep growin’.
[VERSE 1]
Yeah—Calibann X, boy I came from the cold,
Repack 3 floors where my backbone broke.
Now job setter setting welders like a pro,
But I’m tired of bein’ ordered everywhere I go.
Five days, 8 to 10 hours straight, no rest, no love,
People talk down like I ain’t rise above.
But I’m built like the French horn brass I clutch,
Detroit made me strong, world ain’t tough enough.
Slizzy muddy nights when the paycheck slow,
Bloody dreams on the page, let the dark side show.
Fashion in my veins, stitch pain in the seams,
Sketchin’ out Day of the dead in my dreams.
“Sycorax son,” yeah the magic stay wild,
Turn chaos into art like a cursed child.
Pain♻️peace in my soul while I fight for release,
Tryna break from the cycle, tryna finally find peace.
[HOOK]
Yeah, I’m runnin’ through the city, gotta bleed for it (bleed 🤞🏽),
Stack bands, break chains, gotta reach for it.
From the mud, from the grind, I was made for it,
Young king from the D, watch me speak on it.
Slime talk, Slatt 🤟🏽, yeah they preach on it,
Black on black drip, whole fit got heat on it.
They don’t know the pain but I keep goin’,
Calibann X, yeah I keep growin’.
[VERSE 2 — DOUBLE-TIME FLOW]
Look—They say “Typeeithhh,” “Hard brotha,” like they know the cost,
But I carried all the weight every time I lost.
Had nights in the dark tryna map my route,
Tryna figure out life, what the hell I’m about.
Repacker to the job setter, now I’m runnin’ the spot,
But appreciation missin’, yeah that pressure a lot.
Clock tickin’, heart hittin’ like a trap beat drop,
Gotta make it out the grind, gotta rise to the top.
French horn kid with a mind like a storm,
Detroit in my blood, I was built reborn.
On the block, on the floor, on the stitching line,
Tryna turn all the stress into something divine.
BLVCK FX®️ drip got the page goin’ crazy,
Zuko_Wabe in the comments like “Bro, you wavy.”
But they don’t see the sweat or the nights I cried,
Tryna crawl out the maze where my hope damn died.
Now I’m locked on the vision like a red-dot beam,
Gotta build my collection, turn pain to a theme.
Gotta count it, count it, count it, chase that dream,
Break chains, break cycles, break out clean.
[HOOK — OUTRO]
Yeah, I’m runnin’ through the city, gotta bleed for it (bleed 🤞🏽)
Stack bands, break chains, gotta reach for it.
From the mud, from the grind, I was made for it,
Young king from the D, watch me speak on it.
Slime talk, Slatt 🤟🏽, yeah they preach on it,
Black on black drip, whole fit got heat on it.
They don’t know the pain but I keep goin’,
Calibann X—yeah, boy, I’m growin’.
A legend in the makin’, and that legend is me
Zuko_Wabe
