Fuck A Deal

Young N Turnt Ft. Bry Greatah

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Neek Bucks drops off his 2nd highly anticipated release (Here For A Reason) the sequel with more straight forward raps about life in the streets and making a transition out. Neek Bucks recruits a couple well know artist on this project as well(Remo The hitmaker, Jim Jones, TRAV, Kevin Gates) Stay tuned for more from the up and coming artist Neek Bucks as far as Visuals, Shows AND MORE MUSIC!! FOLLOW NEEK BUCKS IG;@NEEK_BUCKS @NEEKBUCKSPROMO FB; NEEK BUCKS YouTube;NEEKBUCKSTV Email;NEEKBUCKSMTM@GMAIL.COM

Hustle Prod By Switching Knobs

let me know prod by westcoast disa x fyord

You were the architect, the master of the numbers, no feeling, pure yield rate
With data as your blood and the internet as your nerve, a screen was your home
Millions printed, hitting the highest prices, a glass tower, now a monument
A genius who thrived on a pure cognitive age – no human noise to confound.
Knowledge was your weapon, money your silent tongue, you saw the openings where others drew the blinds
Now the vault is empty, you play the final bead, time for the ultimate move, the perfect unravelling of the binds.
You sold the shares at the precise hour, across seven separate currencies, leaving no trace.
The flight booked with crypto, under a false alias, orchestrating the perfect chaos.

Like a bat into the night, the door closes tight
Away from the spotlight, away from the ledger, out of sight
No farewell, no trail, no residual might
You have evaporated, a leap into darkness, extinguishing the light
They think: a car crash, a fatal fall, somewhere off a cliff, a rented wagon
No funeral, no casket, no last respects, nothing but fog, only questions they’ll carry forever, heavy on their backbone
Just a photo, badly Photoshopped, on an old shrine – the resolution of a lie
On a site that died, a non-existent twist.

The detectives are digging, the banks stare blankly, they find only empty servers and shredded paper
They’re seeking a motive, a body, a sign of a struggle, the papers scream murder, but it’s a greater caper
But your blueprint was air, velvet, far outside their grime, an invisible hand that abandoned the financial arena
You had already purchased the exit, and the transaction was primed, a network of shell companies, legally impervious, clean
No inheritance to be found, no final note penned down, not even the dog has a bowl left
No legacy for the widow, the children or the scorn, everything flipped, down to the last penny
The only message, hard, sharp, and without a frown:
“Do it yourself, you loser, this is my state.” The state of self-reliance, the highest form of contempt.

“You saw the zeroes and ones, not the logic. Valuation was your god, not freedom. I played your little game. I wrote the rules, and then I rewrote them. A dead man is not accountable. A memory is not taxable. The photo? A joke. I had to make it believable for the simpletons. The will? That’s me. I am the proof that you need no one. The only legacy is the realization: you are too slow. The bat flies alone. And the sun is rising in a country with no extradition treaty.”

Like a bat into the night, the door closes tight
Away from the spotlight, away from the ledger, out of sight
No farewell, no trail, no residual might
You have evaporated, a leap into darkness, extinguishing the light
They think: a car crash, a fatal fall, somewhere off a cliff, a rented wagon
No funeral, no casket, no last respects, nothing but fog, only questions they’ll carry forever, heavy on their backbone
Just a photo, badly Photoshopped, on an old shrine – the resolution of a lie
On a site that died, a non-existent twist.

“That boy... my nephew. Always a bit... off. Smart, yes, too damn smart. He looked at you like you were a math problem he’d already solved. He once told me: ‘Uncle, the biggest trick is to disappear while everyone is still looking right at you.’ I thought he was talking about stocks. Now... Now I get it. He's not dead. He’s cancelled himself. He’s hit 'delete' on all his relationships, all his obligations, all his debts... with one single stroke. He’s alive somewhere on a beach. With a fake mustache. And all your money. And the only funeral... is the burial of your illusions.”

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