Yeah, loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

Clean heart, still fightin’ these demons calmly

No curse, just verses, I lift my mama, I promise

Riri on the hook, pure water, no drama

We rose from the concrete, still smellin’ like karma

I pray, then I pivot, the pivot become a profit

No snakes in my circle, I drew it, then sealed the closet

Ten toes in the sand, still anchored to all my prophets

Loyalty my language—speak it, then I deposit

In the hush between heartbeats we harvest the dark,

constellations drip from my palms like wet ink.

Kendrick bends light into question marks—

“Is love just gravity wearing a gold chain?”

SZA’s echo braids comets through her afro,

each curl a vow that never touches ground.

We pawn our shadows for one more spark,

trade scars for stardust, exhale the verdict:

even black holes blush when we sing our names.

Tonight the sky is overdue,

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Hey now, the corner still breathing pain in my chest

Hey now, the sirens just harmonize with my breath

Concrete christened my name in a spray-paint psalm

Dollar bills in the sky but they never stay calm

Momma said “pray,” I asked the trap if it pray too

It answered with grams and a neon halo

Glare in my rearview, futures get rear-ended

I jot the moonlight in ink that never gets pardoned

Hey now, if hope is a cop, tell him “drop the gun”

I’m marching with ghosts who ain’t got shoes to run

霓虹下的我們，影子被欲望拉長

金鏈纏住諾言，像黑洞吞咽光芒

我伸手想握住你，卻只抓到隕石的傷

愛在零重力里失重，心跳是唯一的聲浪

你睫毛沾滿星塵，說別怕墜落就是故鄉(xiāng)

我用最后的氧氣，把誓言寫進你掌心紋上

當(dāng)銀河開始燃燒，我們的名字是最后火花

在湮滅之前相擁，讓所有星辰為我們陪葬

I’m a product of them projects—

copper tops still ringin’ in my cerebellum.

Grammy on the shelf, but the belt still buckle

like a noose in the cell—who let the cell sell ‘em?

Compton hubcaps spin like a sermon,

every spoke a quote from a corpse we’re servin’.

I ghost-ride the trauma, tint the armor,

paint the karma candy-apple—

still got the Holy Ghost in the backseat,

tappin’ on the glass: “Recite your own eulogy, fast.”

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They cloned the culture, but the soul don’t paste—

I’m not like them, I’m a glitch in the matrix, trace

of Compton concrete in my dental brace.

Drum line kick like SWAT at the gate,

your hype man’s breath still smell of Lil Wayne mixtape.

I ghost-wrote the game, then erased the save—

Ctrl+Alt+Del your accolades.

Tweet “peace,” still got blood on the blade;

I’m the parenthetical that made your whole claim fade.

我來自街頭 心跳像808

鏡子里倒影 不是王也是王

跪下 別急著拍我肩

皇冠太重 你頸椎會裂

我踩過尸骨 像踩節(jié)拍

謙虛？我字典撕掉那頁

上帝說要有光 我抬手遮了日

留下影子給世界當(dāng)誓詞

I’m the crack in the stained glass, saint with a switchblade—

blessings drip red on my Timbs, still I tread on the pulpit.

Sunday service full of serpents, I speak in tongues of trip-wire—

amen, then I aim, let the psalm clip hum like a choir.

Crown of thorns? I sold it, flipped it, bought my mama a tower—

now heaven’s gate got a bouncer and he checking my power.

Kneel? I did, till the soil tasted copper and greed—

rose up, shoes untied, footprints still reading “God bleed.”

我來自街角 霓虹像傷口

子彈寫簡歷 血印當(dāng)戶口

主歌扛棺材副歌扛宇宙

每句咒 都開花 在裂縫里不朽

抬頭 烏云拍賣我的夢

低頭 泥沼標價我的痛

呼吸 是偷渡的鐘

心跳 是未標注的經(jīng)度

我給絕望點兵 把夜色拆封

讓每一粒塵土 都學(xué)會暴動

我坐王座不戴金冠，街頭風(fēng)聲替我加冕

把虛榮折疊進口袋，像收聲，不炫耀零錢

上帝點頭我仍低頭，鏡子前對自己敬禮

天空低垂我踮腳，把烏云當(dāng)幕布收起

別拍我肩膀，驕傲太重，會壓疼你手臂

我呼吸，把霹靂咽進肚里，再吐出晨曦

城在腳底旋轉(zhuǎn)，我讓聚光燈只照影子

別急著捧我，王冠是刺，謙遜才是盾

鐘聲一響，我把姓名留在門外，光腳走進清晨