Intro (ad-libs)
Aye, brr, skrrt — yeah, yeah, uh
Chorus (melodic, hooky)
They want me gone — they whisper, pointin’, throwin’ shade, aye
But I’m still on, lights on, never fade, aye
They want me gone — but I came up from the cold, yeah
Tryna push me out the picture, I just hold my pose
Verse 1 (tight, punchy)
Late nights, city glow, mama prayin’ on the phone,
Enemies lookin’ shaky when I step outside the zone.
Talk cheap, pockets deep, I move in different tone,
They signin’ my death wish but I’m buildin’ my own throne.
All these cameos, fake bros, stackin’ up the fronts,
Smiles at the table, knives hidin’ in the lunch.
I flip the script, wrist flick, see the balance jump,
If they want my seat, gotta fight through the dust and rust.
Pre-Chorus (rise)
They plant seeds of doubt, they speak like they the law,
But I breathe slow, count my wins, watch ’em jaw.
Chorus
They want me gone — they whisper, pointin’, throwin’ shade, aye
But I’m still on, lights on, never fade, aye
They want me gone — but I came up from the cold, yeah
Tryna push me out the picture, I just hold my pose
Verse 2 (confident, narrative)
New name on the block, old debts in the book,
Paper trail long, they wonder how I look.
Countin’ every loss like lessons I took,
Made a fortress out the hurt, now I’m closed off, like a rook.
They pray for storms, I harvest weather,
Talkin’ cheap clout but I hold the ledger.
If they want my end, they’ll need better measures,
I’m a ghost in the city, but my steps get clever.
Bridge (melodic, introspective)
Sometimes I wish the noise would hush, let me breathe,
But I learned how to move when everybody leave.
Trust few, love fewer, keep the circle tight,
If they want me gone — bet they tryna rewrite my life.
Ad-libs break (staccato)
Yeah, yeah — uh, brr, skrrt
Chorus (final, big)
They want me gone — they whisper, pointin’, throwin’ shade, aye
But I’m still on, lights on, never fade, aye
They want me gone — but I came up from the cold, yeah
Tryna push me out the picture, I just hold my pose
Outro (cool down)
Aye, let ’em talk, let ’em wish, let ’em groan,
I been walkin’ ghosts and crowns — they want me gone? Nah, I’m home.
Porque music
See you when I see you
Otro
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