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[Intro – Growled whisper, doubled vox]
Yeah...
(Ad-lib: “Bitch, I been ready…”)
Climb out the mud with a mouth full of knives.
[Backing Vox: “Mouth full of knives!”]
Let’s go.
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[Verse 1 – Snarled flow, deep vocal]
I ain’t from the block, I built that bitch
Brick by brick with a switchblade twitch
Had a bag full of pain and a trunk full of rage
Now I spit like a goddamn war on the stage
(Ad-lib: “RAH!”)
Every scar on my skin is a page in the book
Y’all talk tough, but you shook when I look
I don’t pray to no man, I don’t flinch at the reaper
If karma got a price, I’m the muthafuckin' keeper
[Backing Vox: “Say it again!”]
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[Chorus – Screamed, stacked harmonies]
I don’t fold, I break bones!
Put me in a cage, I make thrones!
All that fake love, I dethrone!
Heart ice cold, I breathe stones!
[Backing Vox: “GUTTER GOLD!”]
From the pit, I rose—can’t kill what’s broke!
Cut my soul, I still don’t choke!
(Ad-lib: “Still don’t choke, bitch!”)
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[Verse 2 – Faster, staccato delivery]
I ain’t got friends, I got wolves with lead
Pull up on sight, leave your dreams all red
Bitch made threats on a cracked iPhone
But I been that storm with a goddamn throne
[Backing Vox: “You don’t want this smoke!”]
I snap like spine when the pressure’s up
You rap like you still get your cheddar cut
I been that ghost with a chain in the rain
You a TikTok bitch tryna dance in my lane
(Ad-lib: “Nah, fuck outta here!”)
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[Bridge – Whispered, unhinged]
They told me to calm down.
Told me I’m “too much.”
They ain’t see me in the dark
With my demons clutched.
[Backing Vox: “LET. IT. BLEED.”]
Wanna play war? Then die in it.
I don’t throw hands—I write violence.
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[Chorus – Screamed, doubled with backing shouts]
I don’t fold, I break bones!
Put me in a cage, I make thrones!
All that fake love, I dethrone!
Heart ice cold, I breathe stones!
[Backing Vox: “GUTTER GOLD!”]
From the pit, I rose—can’t kill what’s broke!
Cut my soul, I still don’t choke!
(Ad-lib: “Try me, HO!”)
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[Verse 3 – Final strike, mid-tempo, grimy]
I been on edge like a blade in the mouth
You scream “real” then you cave for the clout
I been exed out, left dead in the trench
Now I piss pure fire on every fence
[Backing Vox: “LET THAT BITCH BURN!”]
Pull no punches, no filters, no grace
Tattooed wrath on the side of my face
They want peace? Better walk with a vest
I eat my enemies—call it success
(Ad-lib: “Bon appétit, motherfucker…”)
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[Outro – Spoken, distorted]
Keep your fame.
Keep your chains.
I made a throne from my pain.
[Backing Vox: “GUTTER GOLD.” (echo)]
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