[Verse 1] Steel in my jaw Ink on my palm, that’s law Walk in the dark like it’s home Teeth on the prize, I gnaw
Boot prints deep in the grime Dust on the tongue, that’s time I don’t need luck, just drive Watch how I bend this crime
[Chorus] I came from the grind below Turn that pressure into gold Every scar is what I own Say my name and feel that cold
I came from the grind below Turn that pressure into stone If I want it, then it’s owed Bow your head, I take that throne (yeah)
[Verse 2] Eyes like a scope, locked in Trust get cut, chalked in I don’t chase clout, I chase ends Count these Ls, that’s wins
Talk too loud, get checked Step too close, get pressed I don’t do threats, just debts Pay in full, no rest
[Chorus] I came from the grind below Turn that pressure into gold Every scar is what I own Say my name and feel that cold
I came from the grind below Turn that pressure into stone If I want it, then it’s owed Bow your head, I take that throne (take that)
Musikstil
rap, Menacing industrial EDM-trap hybrid, 140–150 BPM. Male rap vocal, deep and dry up front with slight saturation. Main lead is a heavily distorted, metallic tab synth carving through the mix over a growling sub and razor-sharp kicks and snares. Verses stay tight and percussive, playing off stuttered vocal chops; chorus explodes with wide reverb tails, pitch-dropped ad-libs, and glitchy fills. Occasional risers and reverse impacts to heighten tension, ending on a sudden hard cut., edm, vocal, industrial, deep