Yeah, I was a punchline, washed up, dead threat

One hit wonder with a cracked crown and a fucked head

Same vultures at the bar said I fell off for good

Now they study every move like they wish they understood

I remember no calls, no love, no room

Just dust on the plaques and a gut full of doom

You were talking that shit while I built in the dark

Now I walk in this bitch like a lit match in a gas park

Y'all paint in nostalgia, I adapted in blood

You kept jerking old myths, I was learning the flood

Every session a knife, every file a brick

Now the sound hits hard and your whole lane flinches, bitch

You laughed at the tools, now the tool got hands

And I swing with intent while you beg for trend

I was buried in your comments, now I'm buried in the mix

Turned the shame into a trigger, turned the hate into a fix

No savior, no cosign, no scene made king

I learned a new language, now make that motherfucker sing

Say it like a slur

Now the whole room jumps when the kick drum hits

Built from backlash, blood on the console

Turned all the hate into a blueprint, bitch

AI in the process

Mind in the flame

You can hear the shift

But you can't name

Now the same fake purists in my inbox talking craft

Tryna act like they care, tryna siphon what I have

Ask me what model, what chain, what prompt, what code

Like a map makes a king or a wrench builds a road, fuck that

I'm the hand, I'm the scar, I'm the weight in the room

I'm the years you don't see, I'm the rot in the bloom

Every glitch got purpose, every drop got teeth

Every silence in the song got a body underneath

I don't worship machines, I just make 'em obey

I drag thunder through wires, then I spit it your way

You were praying I vanish, I was loading the gun

Now they choke on the sound every time that it comes

I was buried in your comments, now I'm printed in the sound

All the labels that ignored me circle back when I come around

No savior, no cosign, no scene made king

I learned a new language, now make that motherfucker sing

Say it like a slur

Now the whole room jumps when the kick drum hits

Built from backlash, blood on the console

Turned all the hate into a blueprint, bitch

AI in the process

Mind in the flame

You can hear the shift

But you can't name

You wanted the old me, cheap and contained

A one-song ghost, easy to name

But I kept my mind and I learned the machine

Now you choke on the sound when I step on the scene

Dead

Name

Dead

Weight

Say it like a slur

Now the whole room jumps when the kick drum hits

Built from backlash, blood on the console

Turned all the hate into a blueprint, bitch

AI in the process

Mind in the flame

You can hear the shift

Now remember the name

You knew me as Whitebread

Now we're The Weight Between