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Yung Rich Nation

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56 Nights

March Madness

Return Of The B-izer

Come Clean

Rollin' D - Lyrical Venom ft. Jexi Noir



Intro (Spoken • M):
Trouble, pull up a chair. We got work.

Verse 1 (F):
I raise a toast to the road less smooth,
call in the miles that temper truth.
I welcome tasks that stretch my range,
let craft take root through honest change.
Empty hands invite real skill,
open space lets purpose fill.
Unknown knocks; I set the table,
feed it courage, keep me able.

Verse 1.2 (M – Rap):
I study the bruise for the lesson inside,
log that data, lose the pride.
Missed shots drew lines for a cleaner aim,
now focus lands with steady flame.
Late nights carved grit in the grain,
fees I paid for a larger lane.
No shortcuts in this design—
I cash in patience, not thin shine.

Pre-Chorus (Both):
I thank the climb that slowed my run,
each careful step unlocks the sun.

Chorus (Both):
Thank you, trouble—you refine my frame.
Thank you, challenge—you rewrite my game.
Thank you, limits—range expands.
Thank you, failures—teach my hands.
Thank you, unknown—show new ways.
Thank you, effort—earn these days.

Hook (Both, call/response):
(Both) Thank you.
(F) For the stretch.
(M) For the test.
(Both) For the next.

Verse 2 (F):
I bless the question that stalled my stride,
it drew a map that truth could ride.
I bless the weight that asked for core,
that load built doors I walk through more.
I bless the no that saved my yes,
guarded time from busy mess.
I bless the ache that called for care,
taught gentle strength I now can share.

Verse 2.2 (M – Rap):
Every setback wrote a clearer chart,
trim that bluff, fund the heart.
Limits lend focus; I thank that gift,
lean on routines that hold the lift.
Errors sent mentors in plain clothes,
quiet notes only practice knows.
When crowds chant rush, I keep slow fire,
stack real wins, raise the choir—

Pre-Chorus 2 (Both):
I thank the doubt that met its cure,
I chose the work that grows secure.

Chorus 2 (Both):
Thank you, trouble—you refine my frame.
Thank you, challenge—you rewrite my game.
Thank you, limits—range expands.
Thank you, failures—teach my hands.
Thank you, unknown—show new ways.
Thank you, effort—earn these days.

Bridge (Spoken-word braid • F ↔ M):
(F) Thank you, silence, for the deeper cue.
(M) Thank you, closed doors, for the truer view.
(F) Thank you, distance, for the honest lens.
(M) Thank you, repair, for the way it mends.
(Both) Thank you, life, for the patient art—
trouble trains the open heart.

Breakdown Call (Both):
Turn that trouble—into ground.
Turn that limit—into sound.
Turn that lesson—into stride.
Turn that setback—into guide.

Final Chorus (Both, lifted):
Thank you, trouble—you refine my frame.
Thank you, challenge—you rewrite my game.
Thank you, limits—range expands.
Thank you, failures—teach my hands.
Thank you, unknown—show new ways.
Thank you, effort—earn these days.
Thank you, tired—proof I gave.
Thank you, service—how I save.

Tag (Both, whispered then strong):
Thank you. Thank you. Forward.

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