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In My Thoughts

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Built from the Ground is more than an album—it’s a sonic statement. Packed with club bangers that make you move and lyrical content that keeps you locked in from start to finish, this project is designed for both the dance floor and the thinking mind. From the hard-hitting energy of "Legacy Scriptures" and "His Hand" to the unapologetic self-assurance of "No Apologies" and "Blueprint Ink", each track reveals another layer of Saccoh, a multi-talented artist whose diversity in style and substance is unmatched. Songs like "Built from the Ground" and "Good Riddance" showcase his grit and unshakable drive, while "Legacy Talk" and "Front Page" cement his status as a lyrical architect building timeless work. Every beat knocks. Every verse hits. Every hook sticks.
With Built from the Ground, Saccoh delivers an album that’s as much about movement as it is about meaning—keeping you listening, vibing, and bumping your head from track one to the very last note.


Front Page (Bonus)

[Chorus]
Tell me you a victim, without tellin’ me you weak,
Cryin’ like a storybook, same verse on repeat.
Pointin’ every finger, but you never take the heat,
I been buildin’ empires while you beggin’ for a seat.

Tell me you a victim, I don’t need the proof,
Your scars are just excuses while I weaponize the truth.
You playin’ like a martyr, but I see right through,
Keep singin’ ‘bout the pain, but the blame’s on you.

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[Verse 1]
I hear the sob tales, drippin’ like a faucet,
Every loss you claim, but you the one that caused it.
Always paintin’ villains, never own the plot,
Talkin’ ‘bout betrayal when you twistin’ every knot.

A wolf in sheep’s clothes cryin’ wolf again,
Every bridge you burnin’, you just call it “friends.”
Victimhood’s a throne, you addicted to the crown,
But karma’s keepin’ tabs and she huntin’ you down.

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[Chorus]
Tell me you a victim, without tellin’ me you weak,
Cryin’ like a storybook, same verse on repeat.
Pointin’ every finger, but you never take the heat,
I been buildin’ empires while you beggin’ for a seat.

Tell me you a victim, I don’t need the proof,
Your scars are just excuses while I weaponize the truth.
You playin’ like a martyr, but I see right through,
Keep singin’ ‘bout the pain, but the blame’s on you.


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[Verse 2]
You call it “trauma,” I call it a shield,
Hidin’ from the warzone while I’m dyin’ on the field.
You scream injustice, but you profit off the tale,
Drama’s your currency, and sympathy’s for sale.

You love the pity, yeah, you thrive on the tears,
But power don’t respect what’s been cryin’ for years.
While you whinin’ ‘bout the struggle, I was sharpenin’ blades,
Now the tables turnin’ — watch me cash what I made.


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[Bridge]
You ain’t broken, you addicted,
Pain’s a brand that you scripted.
Victim card’s the hand you play,
But I’m the dealer, end of game.


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[Chorus]
Tell me you a victim, without tellin’ me you weak,
Cryin’ like a storybook, same verse on repeat.
Pointin’ every finger, but you never take the heat,
I been buildin’ empires while you beggin’ for a seat.

Tell me you a victim, I don’t need the proof,
Your scars are just excuses while I weaponize the truth.
You playin’ like a martyr, but I see right through,
Keep singin’ ‘bout the pain, but the blame’s on you.

In My Thoughts

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