[Intro] Yeah This ain't no TikTok hit This is that old school smoke straight from the bricks All y'all sell-outs

[Chorus] Yeah, yeah, hey I'm steppin' on the mic, heavy lungs full of fire Pumpin' through my veins while these kids just expire Chains on their necks but the gold lookin' fake Actin' like thugs but they bend, they break Autotune voices, no soul in the sound I'm from the gutter where respect holds ground They flex on the Gram with designer that they rent I built my name with the blood that I spent

[Verse] Talkin' about guns they ain't never unload I seen the real streets, the weight, the cold They copy the charts, chasin' fashion and fame I spit reality, war stories and pain I'm a gangster for real, not a product for sale My words cut deep like a knife through the veil They follow the trend but the culture I keep This is raw Hip Hop from the soul, from the streets

[Outro] (That's raw freak) Yeah This ain't no TikTok hit This is that old school smoke straight from the bricks All y'all sell-outs Yeah, yeah, hey Keep your chains, keep your cars I keep my scars Real recognize real