Boring Now

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
Look
[Verse 1]
Almost died like three, four times
Whole life flash in a flatline
Cold floor, bright light, sharp smell
Judge face, I was inches from a cell
Friends in the ground, some stuck on bail
Mama with her hands pressed tight to her veil
I was one call from a long-ass bid
Now I pray quiet, thank God I lived
Put the past down, left it in the mud
Had to bleed out every old fake love
Cut the ties, cut the talk, cut the plug
If you ain’t help build, you a dub
They was outside chasin' quick little thrill
I was in my head tryna sharpen my will
Real ones hurt when you change for the better
But better hurt less than a steel letter
[Chorus]
I put the past down, I don’t go back now
They say I’m “boring” ’cause I’m on a different path now
Almost lost my life, almost rotted in a cell
You can keep the short rush, I was inches from hell
No party, no fast cash, no fake hugs around
I’m stacking hella quiet, I don’t ever make a sound
Girls think I’m boring now, they don’t see the crown
I ain’t dying for attention, I’ll be rich and they can clown
[Verse 2]
You ain’t seen death look you dead in the face
Doctor say “maybe,” you beg for some grace
You ain’t had breath feel thin in your chest
Then wake up and know you just cheated that death
You ain’t had cuffs bite cold on your wrist
Lawyer say “years” while he check the list
You ain’t felt luck like a last-minute text
“Case got dropped” — that’s a different kind of bless
So miss me with your cheap thrills, weak pills
Fake flex pics and your steep bills
I seen what a quick high really cost you
It’s a hole in the ground where they toss you
Yeah I’m lame ’cause I’m home by ten
Run it up quiet, stay far from the pen
People down bad and they pray for a rope
I’d rather look dull than be killed by the hope
[Chorus]
I put the past down, I don’t go back now
They say I’m “boring” ’cause I’m on a different path now
Almost lost my life, almost rotted in a cell
You can keep the short rush, I was inches from hell
No party, no fast cash, no fake hugs around
I’m stacking hella quiet, I don’t ever make a sound
Girls think I’m boring now, they don’t see the crown
I ain’t dying for attention, I’ll be rich and they can clown
[Bridge]
Stacking hella cash I can’t show it (can’t show it)
’Cause hungry eyes turn friends to opponents (they fold quick)
They was outside, I was locked in the grind
Turned all that rage to a sharp state of mind
[Chorus]
I put the past down, I don’t go back now
They say I’m “boring” ’cause I’m on a different path now
Almost lost my life, almost rotted in a cell
You can keep the short rush, I was inches from hell
No party, no fast cash, no fake hugs around
I’m stacking hella quiet, I don’t ever make a sound
Girls think I’m boring now, they don’t see the crown
I ain’t dying for attention, I’ll be rich and they can clown

rap, Aggressive trap beat, dark keys and eerie vocal chops, heavy 808s with triplet hi-hats. Verses spit double-time in an urgent pocket; hook slows and widens with shouted gang vocals. Male vocals, raspy lead with ad-libs tucked low in the sides for a cold, focused feel.