Self-Made Ink

[Rap Trap Soul]


[Verse]
I feel like Boosie or Gucci
The way I’m dropping tracks everyday
Maybe I’m Ludacris
Fast and furious 
Staying in my lane
Came from the bottom 
Now I’m sitting at number 13 
outta 50 And that’s globally 
That’s insane
I just want yall to hear me
I don’t need you to feel my pain
That’s why I write 
I’m releasing pain everyday 

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[Hook]
Therapy in my pen, I ain’t playin’ no games
Every bar’s a confession, but I’m not seeking fame
It’s legacy I’m chasin’ — not likes, not chains
Tryna heal the hurt child that still whispers my name


[Verse 2]
I went from “Who’s he?” to “He’s next” — that’s growth
Told my story through verses, no need to boast
They love the beat, but it’s the message they quote
Tears I don’t post, just poems I wrote


[Chorus]
Ain’t no label on my soul, this is self-made ink
Turned my trauma to a track, made the whole world think
Every line got a pulse, every rhyme on the brink
Of breaking chains in my bloodline, before they sink

rap, trap soul