You don’t know the nights I bled in the booth,

spit prayers through the wire, veins full of truth.

I rose from the curb where the rats chew hope,

now my words hit nerves like a thug’s last rope.

You don’t know the cost of this crown, the frost on the town,

every cheer got a ghost, every plaque pulls me down.

I’m still haunted by shots that never left the pound,

echoes in my skull, ask 50 how it sounds.

Load the clip, cock it back, I’m ready for war

Roof disappear, let the semi explore

Fifty cal’ sing like a choir on tour

Body drop, drums stop—that’s the encore

I was born where the chalk never dries

Where the wolves wear suits and the rats tell lies

Teflon smile, but the eyes stay cold

I’m the storm in the street, motherfucker, let’s go

I’m a pyro with a pad and a pen, never enough—

I burn pages like stages, ashes in my rearview,

haters in the fumes, I inhale ‘em like oxygen.

Fifty straps the bass to your chest—heartbeat stopwatch,

Nate croons the ghost in the drop-top, low-rider moon.

We climb higher, every bar a rung made of razor wire,

greed in my lungs, I huff triumph till I’m numb—

still fiending, still scheming, still speeding,

forever chasing the rush that’s never enough.

Disco ball spinnin’, 50 in the cipher,

Remix blaze—bassline drip like a sniper.

Hands to the ceiling, Henny in the cup,

Shawty drop it low, make the whole club erupt.

Candy-shop glow, strobe on the gold chain,

Heat on the beat—Curtis back to burn flame.

Snap in the kick, clap in the snare,

Everybody hustle like the money’s right there.

Disco inferno, we don’t come to behave—

light it up, let it burn, till we flood the grave.

I’m in that disco inferno, heat high, seat low,

Candy paint drip, got the streets in a chokehold,

Bottles pop, models drop, dollar bills tornado,

Gold chain swing like it’s 50-foot bola.

Flash of the strobes, cash in the load,

Lamborgini lungs, every gear explode,

I’m the spark in the dark, watch the floor burn slow—

Disco inferno, now the whole club know.