Money Syndrome

Who Hurt You Man by FlyingMarlin

[Intro]
Ayy, real talk?
You had your shot.
You played your game.
Now you're a memory...
A leftover ghost.
SORRY — YOU’RE JUST A SKELETON IN MY CLOSET.
Now get comfy with the rest.

[Verse 1]
Used to call you fam, used to call you blood
Now I look back, you was just another scrub
Rode with me when the wind was calm
But dipped out quick when the storm came strong

You ain’t help, you ain’t build, you just drained
Leechin’ off vibes, throwin’ dirt on my name
But I rose through that, like a savage should
Turned pain into pressure and pressure to GOOD

You talk now like you part of my story
But bitch, you a ghost — no guts, no glory
So don’t hit my line with your fake-ass logic
You DEAD to me now — just a skeleton in my closet

[Hook]
SORRY, YOU JUST A SKELETON IN MY CLOSET!!!
Deadweight talkin’ — but we toss it!!!
You a ghost from a past I burned
Now I rise while you rot, UNLEARNED!!!

SORRY, YOU JUST A SKELETON IN MY CLOSET!!!
No loyalty, so you lost it!!!
This new life? You don’t get to profit
You just bones in the dark — now watch it!!!

[Verse 2]
I gave chances, gave rides, gave trust
You gave lies, fake vibes, and dust
Now I elevate, now I educate
Now I separate fakes at the fuckin' gate

You couldn’t grow, so you tried to clip wings
Now I fly high while you stuck in your things
Stuck in your pride, stuck in your pain
Still pointin’ fingers, still cryin’ in vain

I don’t hate you, I outgrew you
What I carry now? Only real ones move through
You had your shot, now that door is locked
You just echoes in my chamber, talkin’ to a block

[Bridge]
Nah.
You don’t get to sit at my table now.
You ain’t fam.
You’re a memory —
Fossilized.
Skeleton status.
Gone but not missed.

[Hook]
SORRY, YOU JUST A SKELETON IN MY CLOSET!!!
Tried to haunt, but I bossed it!!!
I walk through fire — came out godlit
You stuck in bones — that’s your cockpit!

SORRY, YOU JUST A SKELETON IN MY CLOSET!!!
That bridge? I crossed it AND TORCHED IT!!!
You dead in the rearview, can’t fake profit
This my rise — you can’t top it!!!

[Verse 3]
Cut ties, cut noise, cut dead skin
Now my circle tight, full of soldiers who win
Lessons learned? Yeah, I got 'em tatted
Every backstab got me more savage

Don’t play shocked — you wrote your fate
Tried to hold me down, but I hold that weight
You was dead weight dressed in disguise
Now you a name I forget — no reprise

Keep talkin’, keep hauntin’, I ain’t pressed
I’m too busy buildin’ my own success
You a footnote now, and I hope you know it
I’m the truth. You a fuckin’ skeleton — own it.

[Final Hook]
SORRY, YOU JUST A SKELETON IN MY CLOSET!!!
No respect — just silence and gossip!!!
You chose the dirt — now you rot in it
While I rise from the mud like a prophet!!!

SORRY, YOU JUST A SKELETON IN MY CLOSET!!!
Cold cuts — no bandage to soften it!!!
This the anthem for the ones that lost it
Then turned the loss into power — AND LOCKED IT!!!

[Outro]
You ain’t part of my legacy.
You part of the lesson.
A chapter I closed.
A weight I dropped.
A skeleton…
In my closet.

R.I.P. to your access.

SORRY, YOU'RE JUST A SKELETON IN MY CLOSET!!!

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Lyrics



They say justice is blind.
But I seen her peekin through the curtains, pickin favorites.
They freeze your life for bricks you laid.
While real predators walk free on a sunny day.

This aint about right or wrong.
Its about power, and who they let suffer long.
You grind, you bleed, you build from the mud.
Then they label you the monster, and take what you love.

So before this beat drops, just know.
This aint justice.
Its a fucking business.

Verse
Yo they gave her life, yeah thats justice served.
But now they tryna take the bricks she earned.
House frozen like she pocketed off the crime.
But rapists stay loose, no jail time.

What kinda system puts your fam on the street.
While a pedo walks past with gold chains on his feet.
Murders evil, no doubt in that.
But wheres the house seizure when a kid gets snatched.

Hook
They took the house, but not the pedo.
Froze my shit, call it justice like a hero.
While the real monsters lurkin round the shadows.
They take what you built, then burn down tomorrow.
Say its for victims, to balance the scales.
But rapists walk free while the innocent fail.
They call it justice, while powers on show.
And let the real evil slide out the shadows.

Verse
Let’s talk about the lies that they feed us.
Seizin our shit till the system bleeds us.
Say its for victims, thats a bullshit front.
But they let real demons keep up their hunt.

Traffickers, murderers, they get the full sting.
But a rapist slides, no cuffs, no swing.
This aint reform, its just theft in a robe.
Dressed in law books while they rob the globe.

(Hook.)
They took the house, but not the pedo.
Froze my shit, call it justice like a hero.
While the real monsters lurkin round the shadows.
They take what you built, then burn down tomorrow.
Say its for victims, to balance the scales.
But rapists walk free while the innocent fail.
They call it justice, while powers on show.
And let the real evil slide out the shadows.

(Verse 3.)
Now they sellin off homes like its blood on the lease.
While the real predators still roam the streets.
You can kill a man, theyll come for your bricks.
But rape a kid, you might just slip through the mix.

They roll up quick just to rob what you earned.
But no raid when a monster leaves a child burned.
Its deeper than jail, its legacy theft.
Strippin you down till theres nothin left.

They say its the law, but who wrote the pen.
Same suits protectin dogs again and again.
We aint blind, we just tired of the lies.
Truth in our bars, time to open their eyes.

Bridge
Built this life from grit, pain carved in stone.
They snatch whats ours, like kings on a throne.
The systems a joke, wrapped in slick disguise.
Innocents fall while the wicked rise.

They rob the weak, then smile in our face.
Take everything, leavin no trace.
We scream for truth, but they mute the sound.
Time to rise up, tear the system down.

Outro
Ayo this aint justice, it’s a setup in disguise.
Call it law, but it’s theft in a judges tie.

Ain’t No Justice

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Lyrics
“Whispers On Ennis Ave,” Written by Daryl Splitt
Performed by The Gring, Produced by Daryl Splitt

Cruisin’ down Ennis with the tunes down low,
Mask on, heart cold, movin’ like a shadow.
Heard they stackin’ bricks at the end of the road,
So I kick in the door, let the bankroll grow.

No love in the game, just snakes in the grass,
They poison the streets, now I’m comin’ for the stash.
Duffle in the boot, silence in the dash,
Every stop another lick, movin’ quick with the cash.

Ridin’ down Ennis, huntin’ for the fiends,
This is the Jackboys anthem, livin’ out the dreams.
Flip it all clean, stack it for the team,
Turn the dirt to gold, I’m the money machine.

Slide past council ave, windows tinted dark,
Scope another runner posted up in the park.
He flashin’ too much, gold teeth, loud talk 
I pull up in silent, leave him sleeping on the walk.

Ain’t no mercy when you poisonin’ the block,
You floodin’ rocko n kwinny with the devil in a rock.
I ain’t no savior, but I’m clearin’ the rot,
Turnin’ shit cunts’ riches into land and stock.

Ridin’ down Ennis, huntin’ for the fiends,
It’s the Jackboys anthem, livin’ out the dream.
Flip it all clean, stack it for the team,
Turn the dirt to gold, I’m the money machine.

Now I’m rollin’ through rocko, our boots feelin’ blessed,
Chicks peppering our phones’, but there’s no time to rest.
Word is, the kingpin sittin’ with the best 
Ten chains on, but I aim for the chest.

Kick the gate down, like it’s part of the plan,
Told his boys freeze now I’m countin’ rubber bands.
Ain’t no heroes here, just a hustler with hands,
Flippin’ poison profits into a clean demand.

Last stop, Waikiki, moon sittin’ still,
Money stackin’ tall, but I’m done with the thrill.
Buried the mask near the edge of settlers hill,
Tossed the Glock in walley creek, let it drown in the chill.

Chuck the book I wrote the code in blood,
Street laws broken, now I’m risin’ above.
Took the pain, the game, flipped it into some love,
Now it’s contracts and stocks, not the hands in the glove.

A ghost in the rearview, name in the wind,
Never caught, never caged, never payin’ for sins.
Just a myth on Ennis, where the wild begins 
The one who robbed the robbers, now the real life wins.

You ain’t gotta run forever
But when you do it right they remember your footsteps long after the wheels stop.
I ain’t just stacked paper
I rewrote the story.
Flipped the streets into silence,
and walked off clean.
Name’s off the grid now
But Ennis ave still whispers.

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This record cuts through the noise, addressing pain, brokenness, and the search for answers in a world that cancels everything but still can’t cancel truth.

From viral timelines to silent nights, this anthem speaks directly to the youth looking for hope beyond the scroll. With raw honesty, double-time fire, and a chill melodic vibe, the song declares what culture’s been afraid to admit:

✨ This the shift. It is here. We not canceled. ✨

Turn this up. Cry if you need to. Chant if you feel it.
Because at the end of the day… It’s All About Jesus.

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