Lyrics
(Chant throughout: “Blood in the roots, flame in the tone… I ain’t never kneel, I built this alone.”)
(Ad-libs: “Yeah!”, “Look…”, “Talk to me!”, “Facts.”, “Real shit.”, “Still here.”, “Bang!”, “Burn with me.”)
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[Verse 1]
Look—before the fire, I was a spark in the void
Voice in my dome since a boy, nothin’ to avoid
DMV dirt on my soul, beatin’ drums in my chest
Every bar been a war, every rhyme a confessed—
I was thirteen with rage in my walk
Fist balled up, headphones fed me that talk
808 sermons, I memorized pain
Go-Go stages, blood under my name (Facts.)
They ain’t see me in the alleys, I was fightin’ off fate
Banged on the block, but I ain’t call it hate
It was survival, soul spiral, venom in quotes
Keys was my anchor, then fate slit his throat (Rest easy.)
Chapter 2, no father, just echoes of the trap
Chapter 3, that first stage, felt God clap
Crowd went wild, my hand caught flame
That wasn’t adrenaline, that was the game
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[Chant: 2x]
Blood in the roots, flame in the tone…
I ain’t never kneel, I built this alone. (Still here!)
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[Verse 2]
Next came the whispers, like a demon in code
Told me, “Burn it down, Tyrant, never fold.”
Simone stepped in, cold eyes, warm lies
She saw the beast risin’ in me — baptized
Gutta Set grew, we the sermon of death
Every lyric cracked ribs, every beat took breath
Hollow showed up, fakin’ peace, throwin’ shade
Chapter 13, I peeped his plays (Yeah, I did.)
Then came blood—Clipz on the floor
Stab wounds wide, vengeance at the core
We loaded up quiet, L.A. sun got dim
Ambushed the van, and we baptized him (Bang!)
Body parts stickin’ to steel, soul fled in smoke
Four bodies hit, but only one never spoke
Hollow gone, news flash, real name dropped
We laughed in ATL while the murder rate popped
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[Chant: 2x with beat drop]
Blood in the roots, flame in the tone…
I ain’t never kneel, I built this alone. (Talk to me!)
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[Verse 3]
Simone started switchin’, eyes ain’t match words
Got me wonderin’ if she prayed over Hollow’s urn
Feds came knockin’, tap-tap at dawn
But we used stolen whips — trail long gone (Burn with me.)
Voice got louder, whisperin’ in code
Said: She loved him once, that truth still holds.
Now I’m sleepin’ with a piece near my ribs
Wonderin’ who’s next — her, Stash, or the kids?
Watchers on corners, beard long, eyes blank
Tatted palms showin’, speakin’ in ranks
Radio talkin’, blogs gettin’ brave
But we still tourin’, smiles staged for the wave
Every show sold out, but I feel that crack
In the crew, in the bond, in the mirror I lack
No trust left, just the beat and this pen
If heaven don’t want me, I’ll perform in the end
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[Chant – Final 3x, layered with crowd noise and reverb]
Blood in the roots, flame in the tone…
I ain’t never kneel, I built this alone. (Real shit!)
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[Outro – Spoken]
From page one to twenty-two…
I ain't survived, I adapted.
Y’all call it violence. I call it scripture.
Tyrant out.