Like I just be just putting a bunch of shit Together and it's like amazing

Ya know

Ya know

Ya know

Type shit

Trap smell foul but the dreams stay clean

Laptop open, Glock tucked in jeans

Mic on the floor, weed all on the screen

We make hits where the city too mean

Twin roll loud while the bassline loop

Plug in the kitchen weighin' up proof

We don't do lies, we don't do truce

Trust get thin when the racks get loose

We started with crumbs, no formats

Just a cracked pc and doormats

No cosigns, just combat

Hood got pressure, we absorb that

Ignant talk, bad manners in place

No label checks, just product to chase

They want the cloud, we want the base

Foundation first so the sound don't break

Starvin' for wins, we ain't care for sleep

Studio nights where the light get weak

Trap outside still violent and bleak

hunger inside made my music go peak

Day ones with me, no new recruits

They flip stories, we flip pursuits

They buy drip, we buy new fits

Invest in the grind, only think about hits

Still in the hood where the sirens go flirt

Every loud noise I make the heartbeat go jerk

Still hit that save when the drums be Converting

Still dropping heat even when that shit hurting

Ignant energy, no censor tape

We don't clean lyrics, we clean the plate

We don't chase rumors, we chase the weight

Turn struggle to notes and export fate

I'm not like you **** y'all got mad beats but Still on hold

I'm not like you **** I got mad beats I ain't Scared no more

You claim you got the key but still waiting on That perfect moment

And I say fuck a moment imma drop my shit And Fucking own it

Laptop loud like engine rev

Beat so hard made the neighbors stress

They call cops, i call the press

Drop new tape, apply more press

i didn't get lucky, i got consistent

Never went ghost, never went distant

Always outside, always resistant

Trap plus music, that's coexistence

Reckless decisions but the plan still sharp

i seen the dark before i seen art

They chase aesthetics, i chase charts

But only the ones where effort departs

Twin got patience, I got rage

Combo perfect for a different page

He keep calm, I break cage

Both necessary for stage

No mentors, no safe advice

Just guesswork and late nights

They had routes, i had fights

Still ended up countin' rights

Trap smell foul but the dreams stay clean

Laptop open, Glock tucked in jeans

Mic on the floor, weed all on the screen

We make hits where the city too mean

Twin roll loud while the bassline loop

Plug in the kitchen weighin' up proof

We don't do lies, we don't do truce

Trust get thin when the racks get loose

Trap smell foul but the dreams stay clean

Laptop open, Glock tucked in jeans

Mic on the floor, weed all on the screen

We make hits where the city too mean

Twin roll loud while the bassline loop

Plug in the kitchen weighin' up proof

We don't do lies, we don't do truce

Trust get thin when the racks get loose