[INTRO]
Oh yeah, I’m finna pop off this hoe right here… this fire.
Yeah.
Watch how I talk my shit with no effort.
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[HOOK]
Boundaries.
Don’t get comfortable crossing me.
Whole lotta hoes wanna talk to me,
Till I black both eyes lyrically.
Boundaries.
Back the fuck up respectfully.
Y’all too weak mentally,
I break egos professionally.
Boundaries.
Energy sharp like cutlery.
Don’t stand too close to me,
I turn pressure to luxury.
Boundaries.
Play with me? Dumb decision.
Every bar hit like precision,
Every verse pure demolition.
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[VERSE 1]
I don’t rap cute, bitch, I rap deadly,
Every syllable heavy like bricks in a Chevy.
Flow water-whip smooth, but the punchlines ready,
Nicki-level savage mixed Slim when petty.
Too many hoes got internet courage,
Offline nervous, all eyes avertin’.
I see fake vibes like cracks in the surface,
One stare from me make confidence worsen.
I’m not the bitch you manipulate easy,
I cut ties clean, surgical, legally.
Talk slick public, then beg all needy,
Whole damn aura scream insecurity.
Bars inside bars like federal sentencing,
Every damn line got layered messaging.
You rap accidental, I write with reckoning,
Every verse built like verbal weaponry.
Fuck your aesthetic, y’all manufactured,
Fake ass toughness gone when pressure captured.
Like cheap ass paint when the rain hit faster,
Whole persona drip off, disaster after.
Intellectual chaos — dangerous blend,
Pretty lil demon with billionaire edge.
Whole damn room freeze when I step in,
Like silence itself just lost its breath in.
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[HOOK]
Boundaries.
Don’t get comfortable crossing me.
Whole lotta hoes wanna talk to me,
Till I black both eyes lyrically.
Boundaries.
Back the fuck up respectfully.
Y’all too weak mentally,
I break egos professionally.
Boundaries.
Energy sharp like cutlery.
Don’t stand too close to me,
I turn pressure to luxury.
Boundaries.
Play with me? Dumb decision.
Every bar hit like precision,
Every verse pure demolition.
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[VERSE 2 — FAST FLOW]
Venom tongue, hellbound cadence,
Every beat bent up, no patience.
Your flow dated, recycled, basic,
Mine shift shape like code translation.
No gimmick, no trend talk,
Straight bars only — no fake walk.
I don’t do viral, I do dominance,
Lines hit heavy like crushed hydraulics.
Too sharp, too real, too calculated,
Whole rap game feel renovated.
They cosplay pain for engagement,
I turn real rage to entertainment.
Double-time, triple-time, break rhythm,
Still hit harder than half y’all written.
You chase clicks, I chase collision,
Every track sound like court submission.
You want likes, I want legacy,
You want views, I want enemies.
You want fans, I want fear in the industry,
Whole damn room freeze when they mention me.
Not cocky — I’m correctly rated,
Every verse handcrafted, weighted.
I don’t miss, every target located,
Whole beat dead once the hook get painted.
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[HOOK — FINAL]
Boundaries.
Don’t get comfortable crossing me.
Whole lotta hoes wanna talk to me,
Till i crack they shit bruh
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