Growth & Motion 5

Gotta Watch It

Flake (prod. Gibbo & SwanBeatz)

ThelastFanatic.m4a

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🎬 (Intro – The Pulse Ain’t Steady, But That’s What Builds It) Yo, life don’t glide, it don’t coast, It throws the highs, it hits the lows. Ain’t just luck, ain’t just fate, It’s moves you tweak—it’s shifts you make.

🔥 (Verse 1 – The Path Ain’t Straight, But the Growth Ain’t Either) Every step got weight to hold, Every break got lessons told. You climb, you slip, you bend the frame, Not staying still—that’s the game.

💡 (Verse 2 – The Mind Ain’t Passive, It Learns, It Reacts) Yo, you think, you change, you tune the ride, Can’t just drift, can’t just hide. You watch the waves, you shift the speed, Ain’t just chasing—it’s how you lead.

🚀 (Verse 3 – The Hits Ain’t Setbacks, They’re Tests to Refine You) A fall ain't doom, ain't sealing fate, It’s fuel to pivot, to elevate. Pressure builds, but diamonds gleam, It’s struggle sculpting what you mean.

🔥 (Verse 4 – The Adjustment Ain’t Weakness, It’s Mastery) Yo, it ain't about blind attack, It’s knowing when to hold, when to stack. A move don’t land? Then change the swing, Adaptation makes kings win the ring.

💡 (Finale – The Ride Ain’t Static, It’s Built by the Shift) No road is clean, no course is laid, It’s turns, it’s stops, it’s debts repaid. It ain’t about staying—it’s about how you go, Fine-tuned in struggle, ready to flow.

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Fine-Tuned by the Struggle

bando45 - demand racks (prod.yk)

Mr. Nobody Freestyle

I’m in contact like a spray tan
POV’s we throwing 1 in clubs
Caught my Ray-Bans
I’m serious nigga
I’m hard at hearing
Still ran down my dreams
I was 19 brought my dogs to Cali
And then I watched em switch
I was glad I ain’t bring you hating ass
When I bought my wrist
I was glad them niggas bailed out on me
When it was time to hit
Heavy breathing
Late night talks with God
I still fight demons
When I drop
Them niggas sit and listen
It’s sum like public speaking

Been in storms without my coat
Been in water that sink boat
Maybach truck on float
She like Wall I never seen a goat

I’m the one that’s chose
Cause Lord He knows my bro still trapping boos
Now Lou Vuitton mix match with Gucci fabric
We was boosting clothes

Grinding til I can’t
Grinding til I’m Lambo Urus
Yeah
Grinding til I pass out on the wheel
Cause she want purses
Yeah
If I wanted you niggas gone
I been woulda sent them hearses
Yeah
Ion gotta flex online cause in due time
I’m out here swerving
Yeah

And that’s a promise nigga
If it’s up I’m riding baby Drakes
Like I’m Adonis nigga
If it’s up I’m going overkill
I’m going over spill
Niggas tryna diss on social media
When they know the real

Word for word on stage
And sold arenas dawg
I can’t back and forth with niggas
Posted in the bleachers dawg
I don’t need no church house
On a Sunday to get preaching dawg
If you reaching dawg
And it’s on site
You know I’m squeezing nigga

Flip your ass like this shit acrobatics
If it’s up you know you see my bitch
She in that bitch 4Matic
Brand new Cuban link with VV stones
I know I’m shining nigga
When we left the spot
It’s straight Suburbans
Feel like I’m Biden nigga

BTO on my headstone
Riding with my brother
Til he flat even if he dead wrong
I can’t go out sad
Can’t go out bad
I keep my cutta with me
Now we penthouse 50 miles up
Got shit that’s under to me

When I’m out I barely crack a smile
That’s why ion got no friends
I hit you and it’s been a while
I hope you don’t get bent
Know I him feel like a dying breed
I got a need for speed
I’m down bleed for what I told my brothers
I’ll never break the creed
Gang

SPRAY TAN

Shordie Shordie - Home Alone

Blac Benny - Like This

All of this love that pours out of my chest...  
Ends up spilled on the floor like all the rest.  
They step on it like it ain’t got no worth,  
And I’m left holding pieces, feeling cursed from birth.  
I gave them the sun while I burned in the rain,  
Built castles for people who left me in chains.  
Every smile I offered was stitched to my pain,  
Every hug I gave left a deeper stain.  
I tried to be light in a world that was cold,  
Held others together while I crumbled alone.  
Made homes out of hands that pushed me away,  
Screamed in the silence but no one would stay.  
I break myself trying to make things right,  
But the tighter I hold, the quicker they fight.  
All I ever wanted was to be enough,  
But my love just ain’t the kind they want.  
Now I stare at the mirror, can’t meet my eyes,  
Cause all I see is a trail of tries.  
I just want to exist without pain, without sorrow,  
Without dragging the weight of yesterday into tomorrow.  
Without being the afterthought, the second guess,  
Without pouring love and getting back less.  
I want to exist... without breaking to be seen,  
Without having to bleed just to prove I mean... anything.  
I’m tired of folding into smaller shapes,  
To fit inside someone else’s safe.  
I’m tired of chasing a light that fades,  
Of hoping for love that just betrays.  
They say I’m strong, but they don’t see the cost,  
Of smiling through everything that I’ve lost.  
I’m a storm bottled up in a fragile frame,  
Begging for peace while whispering shame.  
If love was a language, mine’s been unheard,  
If life is a song, I’ve forgotten the words.  
But still I write in invisible ink,  
Hoping one day, someone will think—  
That maybe this heart was worth the mess,  
That maybe there’s meaning in my loneliness.  
But until that day, I’ll keep giving what's left,  
All of this love that pours out of my chest...

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