Bloodhound Lost Your Trail

Intro

(yeah) Ayy, ayy, skrrt, ha

Watch me line it up, watch me mark the map

Verse

You call yourself Bloodhound but you lost the scent, uh (lost it)

Sniffin' for clout on a leash, lookin' desperate (yuh)

Barkin' loud on the feed but your bite is rent, ayy

All bark, no cred, just a broken instrument (skrrt)

Trail gone cold, sneaker prints fade in the frost

You follow breadcrumbs, I find the vault—check the cost

Claimin' top dog but your leash looks cheap

Champion of smoke, king of the cheap repeat

Your name on my tongue like a tired rumor (uh)

Everybody clocked the gap between your rumor and rumor

You sniff the air for drama, huntin' for a scrap

I harvest all receipts, turn your clout into cap

You howl at sirens, I drive through the siren's song

You front like you're right, but the facts say you wrong (facts)

Scent of old stories, stale like last week's bread

You track a phantom, I'm takin' head-on cred

Paws in many pictures, prints never line up

You got followers but the substance dried up (dried up)

I catalog receipts, file them in a lockbox

You shiver at the mic, I'm the heat that never stops (heat)

Say you hunt the scene—nah, you just chase a trend

I'm the one who set the trap and watched you bend

(ha) You stumble on the beat like you lost your stride

I move in silence, watch the crumbs that you hide (watch it)

You bark for attention while I carve my name

Your bark is a static, I'm the one that changed the game (changed it)

Chorus

Bloodhound, you lost your trail, you lost your trail (you lost it)

Bloodhound, you lost your trail, you lost your trail (yeah)

Bloodhound, you lost your trail, you lost your trail (you lost it)

Bloodhound, you lost your trail, you lost your trail (ay)

Verse

Back again, scalp the myth, peel off the sticker

You play detective in mirrors, mirror's a trickster (uh-huh)

Your ledger's full of half-truths, scribbles, and filler

Claimin' every alley but you never been a pillar

You sprint for headlines, I draft the headline

You got a loud mouth, but your content's on decline (decline)

I read the marks on the pavement, decode the script

You play wolf in kiddie pajamas, counterfeit

'til the game calls you out, then you vanish—poof

I keep receipts in folders, no proof—no roof

You try to track my moves with a cheap app and glitch

I move in chapters, you stuck in a single pitch (stuck)

Name drops and flex posts, all recycled air

I built the bridge you brag about while you just stare

You hunt applause, I hunt reverence, balance the books

You trade in shallow lines for cheap second looks

Your collar's designer but your bite's counterfeit

You chase the flash, I keep the craft infinite (infinite)

They clap at your noise, I collect the quiet nods

You hungry for a throne made of borrowed facades (borrowed)

I climb with tools, blueprint, and steady hands

You chase the clapperboard while I direct the plans (action)

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