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TRACK 12_ “ANGEL DUST ON MY DASH”

[Intro]
Yeah… they thought they could play me.
Take my time, my grind, my love, my faith.
But I ain’t the one who folds, I’m the one who collects.
It’s payback season, so run that debt.
Pay up, bitch… or I’ma claim it all.

[Verse 1]
You thought I’d forget, huh? Nah, I remember every sin.
Every fake smile, every stab to the skin.
You played with my loyalty, gambled my peace,
Now I’m the storm that don’t ever cease.
I gave sweat, gave loyalty, built your throne,
While you schemed in the dark tryna take my zone.
But I’m the architect, I laid every brick,
And now I’m back to collect, quick and slick.
Ain’t no mercy when you test my soul,
I came from the dirt, I made pain my gold.
You owe me my energy, my nights, my call,
So pay up, bitch, or I’ma claim it all.

[Chorus]
Pay up, bitch, or I’ma claim it all,
Every tear, every scar, every rise, every fall.
You took my kindness, tried to play me small,
Now I’m the king, and I’ma claim it all.
Pay up, bitch, yeah, the tables done turned,
Every bridge you burned, that lesson’s learned.
I’m done with talk, no more stalls,
Pay up, bitch, or I’ma claim it all.

[Verse 2]
I used to break bread, now I break limits,
Used to beg for peace, now I own my minutes.
I gave love to the fake, trust to the weak,
Now I give truth to the streets when I speak.
You thought I’d stay down, thought I’d stay soft,
Now I’m up in the sky and you way down lost.
You ain’t never met drive like this before,
Every bar’s revenge, every beat’s a war.
You took what was mine like I wouldn’t fight,
But I turn betrayal into fuel overnight.
Now I’m bossed up,  mind sharp, spirit raw,
You can’t take from a king with a lion’s law.

[Chorus]
Pay up, bitch, or I’ma claim it all,
Every late night grind, every missed call.
You fed on lies, now you face the wall,
Pay up, bitch, or I’ma claim it all.
Every wound you gave turned into a crown,
Every doubt you spoke, I flipped that sound.
Now I rise, no matter how far I fall,
Pay up, bitch, or I’ma claim it all.

[Bridge]
You don’t know what it took to stay alive,
To see through the fake and still survive.
To love so deep that it hurt to breathe,
Then wake up one day and finally leave.
But pain don’t scare me, it forged my flame,
Now every loss got attached to my name.
I ain’t just chasin’ payback, I’m chasin’ truth,
And I’m collectin’ peace that I’m long overdue.

[Verse 3]
Now I’m pullin’ up clean, black tint, no stress,
Every dollar I touch got revenge in its chest.
They laughed at the dream, now they beg for a piece,
But I ain’t handin’ out grace, I’m handin’ out receipts.
You can’t cheat the real, can’t rob the grind,
Can’t take my crown, it’s built from time.
You owe me respect, you owe me my dues,
You owe me my shine, I paid my blues.
So if I call your name, you best not stall,
Pay up, bitch, or I’ma claim it all.

[Chorus]
Pay up, bitch, or I’ma claim it all,
Every moment you stole, every curtain call.
I built my empire, I’m standin’ tall,
Pay up, bitch, or I’ma claim it all.
You can’t hold me back, can’t make me crawl,
I’m the truth in the flesh, I break every wall.
Now I’m done with mercy, done with the fall,
Pay up, bitch…
’Cause I’ma claim it all.

[Outro]
Yeah…
Every loss paid its debt in full.
You can’t rob destiny when it’s unbreakable.
I’m not bitter, I’m just built different.
So pay up… or watch me take everything that was ever mine.


Pay Up Bitch or I’ma Claim It All

Cold nights, hood up tight,

City lookin’ silver-blue,

Gutter Crawlers

[Verse 1]
We strutted like giants on a cracked-up street,
 Two broke shadows tryna look ten feet.
 Malibu shotgun, bleach-blonde grin,
 Talkin’ big-league dreams with no way to win.

[Verse 2]
Twenty-inch rims on a borrowed Impala,
 Bass turned up like it made us taller.
 Feelin’ like kings with a counterfeit collar,
 Really just minnows tryna swim with the ballers.

[Pre-Chorus]
Swagger stitched tight on some borrowed clothes,
 Tryna breathe like legends nobody knows…

[Chorus]
We thought we were ballers, shot callers,
 But we were fallers, gutter crawlers,
 Front-seat titans in a broke Impala,
 Dreams too big for the lies we followed.

Yeah, we talked like kings, moved like martyrs,
 Truth hit harder than the midnight choppers,
 Two lost kids tryna breathe like monsters—
 Fallers… gutter crawlers… that’s all we were.

[Verse 3]
Jobs on deck with a bad plan’s spine,
 Malibu flashin’ that decoy shine.
 I’d hit the mark while she played the tease,
 Both of us prayin’ we’d get out clean.

[Verse 4]
Hypin’ ourselves on that knock-off swagger,
 Actin’ like sharks in a kiddie-pool stagger,
 Every score smaller, every dream farther—
 Two curb creatures tryna feel larger.

[Bridge]
Funny how lies feel true in the dark,
 Funny how fear can spark like art,
 Funny how giants shrink at dawn—
 Till all that’s left is the fools we were on.

[Final Chorus]
We thought we were ballers, shot callers,
 But we were fallers, gutter crawlers,
 Streetlight phantoms in a cheap Impala,
 Dreams too big for the lies we followed.

Yeah, we strutted like kings on borrowed corners,
 Livin’ like ghosts in a world of warners,
 Two lost kids tryna breathe like monsters—
 Fallers… gutter crawlers… that’s all we were.


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