nvrfeltreal (prod. JJ)

ashes in autumn

(prod. Spancy x @prod.roccoflame)
Payback time, no turnin’ back,
Catch yo’ ass lackin’, dressed in black.


You talk too tough, but that’s all cap,
Claim you a shooter? Nah, you rap.

Whole clique fake, y’all movin’ like rats,
Bite that cheese, I snap like traps.


Spin that block with the windows tinted,
Hop out first, you finished in minutes.


Cai Marks soft, that boy need pads,
Talkin' all loud, but never had jabs.


Say he a demon, ain’t done no dirt,
I’m on yo’ neck like a Cuban chain,
One more flex, you’ll lose yo’ brain.

Hopped out quick with a stick in hand,
Actin' hard, but you piss ya pants.


Caught him at the corner, mask on face,
He froze up like he saw his fate.

Heard yo' music — trash on mics,
You ain’t hard, you the karaoke type.

Said you bang, where the bodies at?
You a shooter? Where yo homies at?


Type to fold when the feds come near,
You a rat in the booth, let’s make it clear.


Yo girl DM me like “he ain’t shit,”
She love real killa, not boys who quit.

Ran from beef like a sprinter track,
Tryna talk crazy, can’t take that back.

Say my name, get a visit at night,
You’ll meet that steel — no bark, just bite.

Masked up, hoodie low, we slide,
You was live online, now you barely alive.

Grew up in the jungle, this shit my life,
You a keyboard thug, scared of strife.

We post on blocks, we trap for real,
You post on TikTok poppin' fake pills.

You want smoke? I blow that pressure,
Gon’ need God, a Glock, and a stretcher.


You had a shot, you wasted yours,
Now it's mine — kick down your doors.


Watch yo tone, lil’ boy, I ain’t friendly,
Stick so long, look like a chimney.


Opps get dropped like dirty habits,
You in the field? Nah, just captions.


All yo boys be duckin’ like clowns,
One got hit, now he underground.


Every verse a bullet, I write with rage,
You was hard online, now you beggin' the cage.


Talk that street shit, you barely seen it,
Me? I lived it, you just streamed it.


Fake as hell, your chains all plated,
Talk tough 'til that Glock get activated.

I’m the reaper, hear that bell?
Your time is up, this flow’s your hell.


Your team some frauds, all bark, no flame,
I been in traps, in courts, in flames.


Muzzle flash — that’s a flashback,
You ran once, can’t take that back.


Now you a ghost in every hood,
Mention yo name? I wish they would.


Now you duckin’ calls, avoidin’ the squad,
Whole block laugh, you ain’t no god.


All them IG posts was fake,
You ain't from the block, you just pump fake.


Real ones don’t need no captions,
We slide, then leave


Your girl in my DMs, sendin’ her pics,
Told her you broke, don’t know no tricks.

She said you cry when you bust quick,
I laughed so hard, I dropped my stick.

You pillow-talk, we let off beams,
You in your dreams, I’m with my team.


Spin yo’ crib, like "where he at?",
Hop that gate, no need to chat.


You tweet and delete, I don’t do net,
I pull up first, then place my bet.


I bet you scream when them shots rain,
Caught that boy slippin’ on private lane.


Ain’t no peace, you made that bed,
Now you sleep, but full of dread.



You switched sides, now karma bite,
I play with fire, but I live in night.


Ask around, I don’t do bluffin’,
Ask your sis, she know I’m somethin’.


She gave me throat while you was gone,
Now you singin’ sad lil’ breakup songs.


It’s war now, ain’t no breaks,
This the price for all them fakes.

Big drum, no DJ shit,

All that woofin’ got you a tag,
Now your mom cry, dressed in black.


She knew you soft, she said “stay home,”
But you thought you grown, now meet that chrome.


You a joke, a meme in group chats,
Whole city know you can’t shoot back.


I let it ring like wedding bells,
But it ain’t love, it’s death that sells.


Stitched your name on a body bag,
Now you trending, too-tag swag.

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