Never Fold

Intro

Lights down, heartbeat up, yeah (yuh)

Skrrt—watch the skyline fold into my rearview (ayy)

Verse

I move like a plan made in sections, no guessin', I'm next in the session, check the tension, (ha)

Pocket full of blueprints, paper rockets, I press in, no question, blessings in recession, (yuh)

Got a ledger that laughs at the ledger that left me, proof on the pavement, lessons in leather, (ayy)

They measure my moments by commas and weather, I measure 'em twice and I stitch 'em together, (skrrt)

I switch lanes, stitch flames into texts, name on the frame, I invest in the next flex, (whoo)

Opps play chess but I'm playing the set, kings fall in puddles when queens pay the checks, (ayy)

I write my commas in cursive and curses, the cursive converts worse to a verse, (uh-huh)

I curse at the ceiling, the ceiling replies, told me to climb so I turned it to girth, (ha)

Every setback's a map with a shortcut, I tap out the trap then I tap in the jackpot, (yuh)

They wanna cap me, I cap the cappin', I snap the cap back, the cap's on a hat box, (skrrt)

I count time in outcome, not hours, I drown doubt in outcomes and showers, (ayy)

Friends flip like vinyl when vinyl gets pricey, I keep the grooves tight and wired for power, (whoo)

I hustle on rhythms, my cadence is currency, cadence is currency—pay me in verse, (say what)

I barter my scars for the map to the stars, I barter my past for a purpose rehearsed, (uh)

If success had a barcode, I scan it and hack it, then stack it in stacks on the surface, (ha)

I move like a comet—brief, bright, combustible—leave smoke in the rearview, they nervous, (yuh)

I fold pressure into paper cranes, I'm origami rich, watch 'em all in a flurry, (ayy)

Said loyalty costs more than a ledger—I'm paying with patience, you paying in hurry, (skrrt)

My narrative's jagged, it's polished with grit, I'm stylishly savage, I'm savage and witty, (ah)

They whisper like static but I'm louder than engines, I press and I'm present — no pity, no pity, (whoo)

Chorus

Never fold, never fold, never fold, never fold, never fold, never fold, never fold, never fold (ayy)

Never fold, never fold, never fold, never fold, never fold, never fold, never fold, never fold (yuh)

Verse

I paint profit on pavements where prophets once prayed, I pay dues in daylight and nights that I made, (ha)

Cook numbers like recipes—spice, salt, a cascade—turned crumbs into cakes and I served 'em parade, (ayy)

They call me the problem that problems don't solve, I solve 'em with style and a dollar on top, (skrrt)

I sharpen my edges by living cross-knuckles, cross town, cross goals—never stop, never flop, (yuh)

My circle got smaller but keener like lenses, we see through the noise, keep cleanin' expenses, (uh-huh)

We mint chances from chances we took on a hunch, we crunch numbers and mints in the same sentence, (whoo)

I ghosted my fears like they owed me a favor