Lyrics

Hook (x3):
I don't post my lows, I just move different,
Whole hood jumpin’ but I’m too distant.
Eyes in the crowd, I ain't new to suspicion,
Say less, play chest — I ain’t never need permission.


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Verse 1:
Whip blacked out, plates clean, face tucked,
Seen bro fold, now his name gettin’ plucked.
Too many stares at the show, I ain’t like that,
Suit in the front row, posted like a ice pack.

Talk less, smile fake, I’m readin’ energy,
Homies play blind, but I feel the synergy.
Streets buzzin’ but the tone feel shook,
They ain’t ask nothin’, but they watch like a book.


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Hook (x3):
I don't post my lows, I just move different,
Whole hood jumpin’ but I’m too distant.
Eyes in the crowd, I ain't new to suspicion,
Say less, play chest — I ain’t never need permission.


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Verse 2:
Too many calls, too many joints ringin',
Some don’t clap when I win — that’s signalin’.
Garage shadow, clean fit, wrong vibe,
Bro ain’t blink once — that ain’t no fan in my tribe.

Say he just a viewer? Nah, I peep the steps,
Movin’ like he ghostin’ the past I left.
So I dug in the box, found that name she gave,
Time to change chapters, can’t be stuck in this wave.


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Hook (x3):
I don't post my lows, I just move different,
Whole hood jumpin’ but I’m too distant.
Eyes in the crowd, I ain't new to suspicion,
Say less, play chest — I ain’t never need permission.


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Verse 3:
Told the jet book it, bag light, phone wiped,
Left the spot quiet, out the way, no hype.
Tales in the city, I ain’t tryna rewrite,
Let ‘em talk myths, long as I’m outta sight.

ATL buzzin’, she said it’s wide open,
Bigger moves comin’, leave the small city hopin’.
Tired of the close eyes, tired of the games,
I just need range — let me die with a name.


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Bridge:
They whisper low, I hear 'em clear,
Ain’t no friends when the smoke too near.
Slide with the calm, war in the chest,
Real power move in silence — not flex.