Run It Back

Intro

Skrrt, ayy, yeah, ha

(ride) (ride)

Verse

I flip the ledger, double down, paper chase, paper trail, paper planes

Count my losses in lessons, profit off pain, pocket change, no chains

Metronome mind, ticking time, I lace lines like shoelace rhymes

Slip a simile, then slide—silver tongue with a steel spine

City taught me to bargain with fate, I never fold, I negotiate

Move quiet, make noise later, calibrate, then captivate

I keep receipts of every slight, receipts of every late-night fight

Turn the ache into an anthem, torch it, let it illuminate

Stitch syllables like surgeon hands, stitch commas into commas

I serve the plan, convert the sand to landmarks and passports

They ask how I stay awake when the world wants sleep, I work for dawn

Built a ladder from the cracks, climbed fast, now I'm on lawns

Of a turf they said I couldn't touch, I repurpose doubt as timber

Hammer doubts into illusions, watch the skeptics get thinner

I don't chase clout, I outrun it — marathon on raw grit

Call me architect of my own luck, blueprint in my palm, I draw it (yuh)

No cap, no filter, I spit scripture for the hustle-heavy-hearted

Every bar a spark, I ignite rooms that thought they were departed (ayy)

Pre-chorus

Hands steady, eyes set, I'm painting lanes in motion

All my losses got me ledgers full of future notions (skrrt)

I grin at the chaos, pen to the danger, make a potion

Sip the truth, then pour it out — I move the ocean

Chorus

Run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back (run it)

Run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back (run it)

Run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back (run it)

Run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back (yeah)

Verse

I break bread with ambition, pass plates to the hungry past

Forgive the fools who doubted me; their doubt's the fuel that lasts

I juggle time like loose coins — watch me spin it into profit

Every loss a deposit in my future, every scar a prophet

Rhymes ricochet, they hit targets, echo in the canyon of my name

I plant flags on moments, claim the airwaves, change the frame

Syllable surgeon — operate on beats, I stitch hooks, extract hooks

I write sermons for the skeptics, put the pulpit in my notebook

Currency in cadence, I cash checks with metaphors

I choreograph the chaos, then I open brand new doors

They want the crown then weigh the cost — I'm counting lessons, not cost

I invest in my tomorrow, compound interest on the sauce

No sympathy for soft minds — sharpen steel with cold truth

I keep friends close, doubts closer, let my actions speak the proof

Smoke clears, I'm still breathing — inhale wins, exhale loss

Turning streetlight into stage lights, pay the toll then pass across (uh-huh)

I speak in commas and colons, pause to let the pressure pop

Drop lines heavy as anvils, watch the weak opinions stop (ayy)

Pre-chorus

Clock hands slice the silence, I carve time into verses

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