I don’t chase no pat on the back,
Don’t dress up truths in a velvet wrap.
No blue tick talk, no polished chat—
I build my house where the real ones sat.

(Hook)
Don’t care what you rate,
What you think I lack.
Truth's in the scars,
Not a printed plaque.
Don’t need your lane,
Or your praise unpacked.
Say less, move cold—
I ain't lookin' back.

(Verse 2)
I seen folks talk like kings in the rain,
Crown made of fog, footwork plain.
I’ve walked through days with a split lip grin,
Still don’t flinch when the wolves dig in.

(Hook)
Don’t care what you rate,
What you think I lack.
Truth's in the scars,
Not a printed plaque.
Don’t need your lane,
Or your praise unpacked.
Say less, move cold—
I ain't lookin' back.

(Bridge / Breakdown)
Ideas? Yeah, I’ve heard a few—
Told me who I’m meant to be, what to do.
But none of them lived in the dark I knew.
So I cut that script and I wrote mine true.

(Outro)
No applause.
No script.
No mask.
Just this.

(Verse 4)
Never asked for a hand, never sold my name,
They want clean lines—I live in flame.
If I fall, I fall with both eyes lit,
With dust on my knuckles and no counterfeit.

(Bridge / Breakdown 1)
Ideas? Yeah, I’ve heard a few—
Told me who I’m meant to be, what to do.
But none of them lived in the dark I knew.
So I cut that script and I wrote mine true.

(Verse 5)
Raised on silence, cold cement,
Built my spine from the cracks they rent.
Didn’t beg, didn’t bend, didn’t blend—
If I go down, I go to the end.


(Outro x4)
No applause.
No script.
No mask.
Just this.