Testi
[Intro]
Ayy, look
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Came through late, still the first one in
Cold blue dawn on the loading dock tin
Two missed calls, let the whole phone ring
Got a tight-laced plan and a loose-leaf dream
You talk big, but your numbers look thin
I count every step, let the long week win
No handout came, had to make my own lane
Now the whole block know when they mention my name
[Hook]
Run it up, run it up, don't slow down
Feet hit hard when I step through town
Ten toes set, I don't fold, don't flinch
Built this here inch by inch
Run it up, run it up, keep pace
Cold hard truth when I look in your face
No luck, all work, that's facts
One way forward, no lookin' back
[Verse 2]
Black coffee, cracked screen, bills on the chair
Still showed up sharp with a crease in the pair
They want the whole pie, never stirred the pot
I remember every door that they shut and forgot
Now I move with a crew that can finish the job
Small talk done when the kick drum knocks
Big plans tucked in a worn-out coat
Every word got weight, every bar got a note
[Hook]
Run it up, run it up, don't slow down
Feet hit hard when I step through town
Ten toes set, I don't fold, don't flinch
Built this here inch by inch
Run it up, run it up, keep pace
Cold hard truth when I look in your face
No luck, all work, that's facts
One way forward, no lookin' back
[Outro]
Ayy, all work
Ten toes
Don't slow down
Stile di musica
Detroit–Flint street rap, aggressive male rap vocals, 144 BPM, heavy sliding 808 bass, rapid triplet hi-hats, dark repeating piano loop, punchy snares, clipped syncopated flow, sharp ad-libs, gritty close vocal delivery, raw underground mix with hard low end and dry upfront drums