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(Intro)
Shitty prison pad. where my story began.
Shitty prison lines. but I’m rising as planned.
Flipped the script. built my lane. made my own claim.
Splitt Records forever. remember the name.

(Hook)
Splitt Records. we don’t follow — we splitt & spit.
Turn pain into power. make the struggle legit.
From the westside streets. where the dark don’t sit.
Rise from the ashes. every move is a hit.
Grinding through the nights. we don’t break. we don’t quit.
Splitt Records. we don’t follow — we splitt & spit.

(Verse 1)
Started with my pen and pad. in a shitty prison cell.
Still in the system. but I flipped the script well.
Started Splitt Records. now I’m paving my lane.
Building my empire. bricks stacked from the pain.

Turning struggles to a name. gold mines from my mind.
Some brothers still in the system. some locked behind.
Through the storms and the pain. I’m breaking the chain.
Every move that I make. I’m shaping my fate.

(Verse 2)
Every loss. every scar just fuels my song.
Hustle never stops. I keep grinding strong.
I flip the pain to power. turn the struggle to skill.
From a shitty prison pad. to climbing every hill.

Every move I make. I’m chasing my dream.
Stacking my empire. bricks built from the scheme.
Legacy rising. nothing’s gonna fall.
From the ashes I soar. standing proud and tall.

(Hook)
Splitt Records. we don’t follow — we splitt & spit.
Turn pain into power. make the struggle legit.
From the westside streets. where the dark don’t sit.
Rise from the ashes. every move is a hit.
Grinding through the nights. we don’t break. we don’t quit.
Splitt Records. we don’t follow — we splitt & spit.

(Verse 3)
Eyes on the skyline. never looking back.
Every step. every grind. I’m staying on track.
Turned chains into lessons. pain into might.
Every dark night I faced. just sharpened my sight.

Hustle in my veins. ambition in my chest.
Built my own lane. I’m never settling for less.
From the shitty prison pad. to a legacy made.
I spit my truth loud. watch the whole world fade.

(Bridge)
From the lows to the highs. I rise. I revise.
Every battle I’m rattling. keeping dreams alive.
No chains. no restrains. just flames framing my chest.
Author. recorder. disorder — I manifest.

(Hook)
Splitt Records. we don’t follow — we splitt & spit.
Turn pain into power. make the struggle legit.
From the westside streets. where the dark don’t sit.
Rise from the ashes. every move is a hit.
Grinding through the nights. we don’t break. we don’t quit.
Splitt Records. we don’t follow — we splitt & spit.

(Outro)
From the lows to the highs. I carved my path.
Turned the struggle to power. felt the aftermath.
Bricks stacked from the grind. legacy in my hand.
I rise from the ashes — king of my own land.

Empire From The Pad

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