

Prompt / Lyrics
Eyes wide grip tight, hands on the wheel Chasing dreams through the night where the shadows feel Nightmares creeping, but the truth I reveal Only me can hold me back—it’s the coldest deal Dreaming with eyes wide open, streets ain't fake Chasing light through the dark, decisions I take Can't catch a dream if demons out here awake So I handle my biz, for my own damn sake Self-made, self-paid, keep my pockets robust Nightmares whisper wrong moves, I tell 'em it's sus A thousand lies in the game, but my soul I trust Only chains that hold me down are the ones I dust No saviors coming from the sky, just me and my grind Clock ticking, life's dirty—ain't no rewind Dreams ain't handed, I wrestle 'em to the bind Handle business like a champ, heavy hustle defined Grit painted on my boots, talk real—no bluff Swamps in my blood, but the climb still rough Razor-sharp ambition, my armor ain't tough But my will gon' hold when the night's gettin' rough Dreaming with eyes wide open, streets ain't fake Chasing light through the dark, decisions I take Can't catch a dream if demons out here awake So I handle my biz, for my own damn sake,poet's got receipts I don't fake the funk ain't no fake ,wake shake n bake dropping song after song Ghost writing collaborating with others, there's only one that can hold one down in life and that is one's self,one can't catch a dream chasing nightmares,take care of business and pleasure is sure to follow dropping bombs,song after song, ghost writing collaboratin with others,cant be held down poet's got receipts paid in full,one can't catch a dream chasing nightmares
Tags
dirty south rap,snappy hi-hats,distorted synths. aggressive yet melodic flow hard-hitting,raw energy with Southern draw
1:50
No
11/28/2025