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WHO DAE IS?

[INTRO]
Yeah…
I gave too much to the wrong ones…
Now my heart’s locked tight like a vault with lasers.
If you ain’t loyal, you ain’t eating.
If you ain’t real, you ain’t staying.
I rise alone,
And I grow alone,
And every dollar I stack is a scar that healed tougher.
Let’s go.

[VERSE 1]
I been climbin’ up the ladder, every rung got fire on it,
Drippin’ from the lessons of the people who were lyin’ on it.
They only love you when they siphonin’ your shine from it,
But vanish when you fall, like sunlight in a dying comet.

I felt the pressure, but pressure makes diamonds,
So now I’m polished, relentless, perfectly timeless.
They used to laugh at my dreams, now they rewind it,
Tryna ride my wave, but the tide scraped them sideways.

I’m done feedin’ mouths that bit the hand that built ‘em,
Done givin’ warmth to hearts that turn to ice when I lift ‘em.
I’m king of my climb now, no charity kingdom,
If you drained me before, don’t ask for wisdom.

[PRE-CHORUS]
I ain’t bending, I ain’t breakin’,
You ain’t takin’ what I’m makin’.
If you flaked when I was vacant,
Don’t come back when I awaken.

[CHORUS]
I’m stacking my bank, not giving out to the weak,
I worked for every dollar, every scar, every week.
I’m building my throne, and it’s built for a king,
Not a leech, not a fake, not a puppet on a string.
I’m stacking my bank, not giving out to the weak,
My crown is earned, not handed, not cheap.
I rise alone, yeah, that’s how I found my peak,
You want a seat at my table? Better bring something unique.

[VERSE 2]
She came with soft words, pretty smiles, gold glimmer,
Eyes full of “forever,” but her heart was full of shimmer.
Wanted my pockets, not the soul of the winner,
Played the part of a lover but the script got thinner.

Told me I was nothing till my pockets got thicker,
Now she wanna dig again, yeah, the shovel got bigger.
But I ain’t fallin’ for the glitter, I ain’t runnin’ with the quitter,
I got steel in my spirit, and my focus got quicker.

Kings don’t beg for love from the ones who drained ‘em,
Kings don’t break when the traitors try to shame ‘em.
My money got muscle, my heart ain’t the same and
I built my empire from the nights I felt caged in.

[PRE-CHORUS]
You won’t take what I’ve been earnin’,
Bridge is burned, no more returnin’.
Every lesson had a cost,
But now my crown’s no longer hurtin’.

[CHORUS]
I’m stacking my bank, not giving out to the weak,
I worked for every dollar, every scar, every week.
I’m building my throne, and it’s built for a king,
Not a leech, not a fake, not a puppet on a string.
I’m stacking my bank, not giving out to the weak,
My crown is earned, not handed, not cheap.
I rise alone, yeah, that’s how I found my peak,
You want a seat at my table? Better bring something unique.

[BRIDGE]
You took my kindness for blindness.
You mistook my heart for a wallet.
You thought I couldn’t see you…
But I see everything now.
And what I see?
Weakness.
Greed.
A shadow that disappears when the money runs dry.
Nah…
I’m done feedin’ ghosts.

[VERSE 3]
Now I move sharper, cleaner, stronger,
My pockets get deeper, nights get longer.
But the hunger that built me?
It only gets stronger,
And the chains you tried to lock me with
Ain’t hold me any longer.

I don’t owe the takers a breath,
Don’t owe the fakes any steps.
I got a life that’s built from the stress,
Turned my wounds into checks,
Turned betrayal to success,
And now I rise like a king resurrected from the wreck.

[CHORUS]
I’m stacking my bank, not giving out to the weak,
Every bruise became a fortune, every tear made me sleek.
I’m building my throne, and it’s built for a king,
Not a leech, not a fake, not a puppet on a string.
I’m stacking my bank, not giving out to the weak,
Loyal ones stay, but the greedy ones leave.
I stand tall now, unshaken, unique,
If you want a place beside me?
Better show me you ain’t weak.

[OUTRO]
My bank.
My crown.
My life.
You don’t get a piece of what you didn’t help build.
Loyalty or nothing.
Royalty or get lost.
King energy only.

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