Hook (x2)

See they already know about my folks and how my squad gets,
Holding down positions in the trenches like a monument,
Ducking all you snitches hitting fences like a marathon,
You ninjas just starting this rap, but dude we've been on.


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Verse 1

I’m a war-torn statue, posted like a gargoyle,
Concrete in my veins, every rhyme spits oil,
Legends on my side, heavy metal when we rally,
Turn a mic into a machete, chop careers in the alley.

From the soil where the snakes hiss and rats squeal,
We built foundations, you just leasing on a bad deal,
Marathon mindset, Nipsey taught me laps,
While you sprint for attention, we stacking plaques.

We don’t bend, don’t break, we the architecture,
Blueprint in the booth, I’m the rhyme’s main investor,
Y’all fragile like porcelain, cracking when the bass drop,
We been armored up since the days of the tape pops.


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Hook (x2)

See they already know about my folks and how my squad gets,
Holding down positions in the trenches like a monument,
Ducking all you snitches hitting fences like a marathon,
You ninjas just starting this rap, but dude we've been on.


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Verse 2

I’m the Sistine Chapel of street shit, painted vivid,
Every verse a fresco, my scripture got you livid,
We carved out our lane with chisels dipped in pain,
Your verses vanish like chalk outlines in the rain.

I’m Atlas with the globe on my shoulders when I spit,
You just juggling pebbles, little stones that never hit,
I’m the blueprint’s architect, skyscraper in the mist,
Y’all apartments in the projects, rent due with no assist.

We dodge rats like hurdles, every fence another medal,
Shoes bloody from the mud, I still dance with the devil,
But my angels in the back, black hoodies with the chrome,
Ain’t no halfway hustlers, this mafia built a home.


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Hook (x2)

See they already know about my folks and how my squad gets,
Holding down positions in the trenches like a monument,
Ducking all you snitches hitting fences like a marathon,
You ninjas just starting this rap, but dude we've been on.


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Verse 3

We the pyramids of Giza, motherfuckers never move us,
Dynasty in the booth, scriptures sounding like Confucius,
Every bar a relic, hieroglyphics in my pen stroke,
You chasing trends while I’m engraving shit in bedrock.

Battle lines drawn, I’m a general with soldiers,
Our legacy’s eternal, y’all careers got foreclosure,
I’m the iron in the earth, magnetic with the grind,
Pulling coins out your pockets like a slot in overtime.

I spit sermons in the street, holy water on the beat,
My cathedral made of verses, I’m a prophet when I preach,
You a whisper in the crowd, I’m an echo in the canyon,
Monumental with my clan, timeless like the Grand Canyon.


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Hook (Outro – x2)

See they already know about my folks and how my squad gets,
Holding down positions in the trenches like a monument,
Ducking all you snitches hitting fences like a marathon,
You ninjas just starting this rap, but dude we've been on.


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We've Been On

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