I came from them flats where the lights always flicker,
Cold rooms, no heat, just a pen and some liquor,
Writing rhymes on the wall, truth sharper than blades,
Seen brothers fall down while the system gets paid.

These rappers chase clout, but their words got no spine,
Flex jewels on the ‘Gram, but they empty inside,
They rap for the numbers, I rap for the pain,
They buyin’ new chains while we breakin’ the chains.

Still broke, but my vision is rich in the mind,
Stack knowledge like paper, not the dollar sign,
Made a way from the hunger, we don’t beg, we don’t crawl,
If rap don’t pay rent, still we never gon’ fall.

Street wisdom in my chest, I ain’t seeking their props,
I don’t bow to the charts or their industry gods,
TrógerBeatz in the cut, heavy drums, raw snare,
This that underground fire, put the fake in despair.

Hook x2
Real life, concrete, dirt on my kicks,
Hungry nights taught me how to hustle with bricks,
Never sold soul just to climb for a check,
TrógerBeatz on the block, keep the truth in the deck.

I remember them days with no food in the fridge,
Now we cooking up beats, making classics from grit,
Still the pockets ain’t deep, but the soul never starved,
I ain’t blinded by fame, I ain’t playing that card.

Industry puppets dance, chasing brand-new cars,
I’m just aiming for respect, not a label of stars,
They profit off lies while the people still broke,
I spit for the trenches, every rhyme is a note.

Every line that I write got the dirt of the block,
Not a fairy tale verse, this is pain that I drop,
Made business on the side just to cover the rent,
Rap is therapy for wounds, not the money I spent.

I’m a soldier with a pen, not a slave to the trend,
While they copy every wave, I just bleed through the pen,
This is legacy work, not a viral hit scheme,
TrógerBeatz in the mix, real life on the screen.

TrógerBeatz X Washita - Concrete Truth (Prod by. TrógerBeatz)

Said they brothers but they snakes in the mist,
Grins on the lips while they’re twisting the wrist,
Shadows in the circle, poison in the glass,
Smiles at the front but a blade in the back.

I gave ‘em my bread, split crumbs on the floor,
Now they knock on my door when the hunger is more,
When I starved they were gone, when I shine they appear,
But the loyalty’s fake, I can smell it, it’s clear.

Cold nights carved lines in my lungs like a curse,
Every verse that I write is a knife in a hearse,
Enemies in disguise with their hands to the sky,
But I see through the mask, every word is a lie.

So I cut ties quick, let the bridges all burn,
Every scar that I earned is a stripe that I wear,
They pull chains on your legs when they see that you climb,
But I grind through the pain, leave the cowards behind.

Hook x2
Backstab scars, cut deep in my spine,
Fake friends fade when they see me on the climb,
Trust’s just dust, only pen on my side,
This rap war’s raw, only truth will survive.

Daggers in the dark got me sleeping with rage,
But the pain in my veins put the ink on the page,
They was praying I’d fall, but I’m breaking the cage,
Turned a wound to a weapon, every bar is a blade.

When the lights cut out, I was left with the cold,
Now my soul glows gold while their hearts still mold,
They chase likes on a screen, I chase life on a beat,
I don’t bend for a trend, I just bleed on the sheet.

Fake fam switch sides when the profit appears,
But I carve my career from the blood and the tears,
See the envy in their eyes, hear the venom they speak,
But my silence is a storm that’ll level the weak.

They don’t clap when you rise, they just plot when you fall,
I don’t need their applause, I don’t answer the call,
Cut the fakes out my chest, let the serpents all rot,
In this game full of frauds, I’m the last real shot.

TrógerBeatz X Washita - Backstab Scars (Prod by. TrógerBeatz)

Real life, no knife talk, education still
Real life, economy bonkers, better still
Free the kids, wanna know what get me killed
Is the ones who pointin' still ain't been real
Real life, me and Coldz in a little room
Little plants, little o's now a perfume
Three weeks, five grand, fifty eighths too
The little flip the biggest check I made back in school
Real life, building blocks, out to Old Kent
Real life, underblocks, strook with top bets
Cold night, Mario World on VHS
With the street lights, hear the goomba come in your head, brr
Real life, dirt road
North go-rilla, where we came with coats
Building houses, hmm, the ones that we broke
Now it's bread and butter with the lingua, yuh
And the roads have holes, mirror the mind control
And I know 'bout bro, bro, the killer the sequel, yo
Real life, still keep the pressure slow
Side note, worth the note, they real light thinkers here, hmm

All day, all day am I'm off it
Weed in my body, yeah, yeah (cold world)
You paigon, hate from somewhere else
This competition, like 'hi I do' (someone save him)
Yo, all day, all day am I'm off it (aye)
Green and keep up my swells
Real life, this ain't no fairy tale
'Cause we watch for the Dorothys and The Totos
Like oh no

Real life, gatekeepers, mental illness
Working out to build bridges
The silence was deafening, now it's each unto their own
Real life, impatient, information
Tried conquer the beast every six days from April
Sometimes I want to call each one to be its own
But it's all one, so I really faced it
Yo, that says that
I'm up in their mouth
Ever since that fake block pass, man, come the real top now
'Cause the can't can'ts got your brains to shut down
So we stay four wheely off top 'bove the ground
Where Normally Breed Apart
Hoish blood 'til the flat propped
Circus' trust in bunkers

Benjámin Holenár

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