“Marked”

(soft piano riff plays)

“Aight, lemme tell you how it went down…”

(beat drops)

“You gotta move different… when your bloodline lethal.”

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Saw her post, she slid with the fam,

Knew right then — I’m changin' the plan.

Scope on lock, got the drop from Cam,

He said they movin' late, near 10.

So I wait — all black, no tag,

Chakra cold, soul in the bag.

Talked sweet, but my blade don’t lag,

She laughed once — now she in a frag.

Snuck through the side door, light on dim,

Her guy on the couch — I ain’t seen him.

But he blinked, I blinked, drew steel on whim,

No noise, just flame — straight through his brim. (grrah!)

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It’s a mark, not a maybe — you next. (Uh huh)

I don’t fold, I finesse with flex. (Facts)

Talk wrong, now you talkin' to death. (Boom!)

I don’t threaten, I promise, no breath.

Call me Bella — but I ain’t sweet,

Move like art but my hands elite.

Think you good ‘cause you playin’ street?

Try me — get rocked off beat. (Boom!)

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Two days later, I peep her sis,

Tryna act bold — lips all hiss.

She don’t know I walk with a list,

Every name get checked off crisp.

No loud moves, I move like mist,

One wrong glance — then clink, then twist.

She reach, I reach, got caught in a clinch,

She cried “please!” — too late, that’s rinse.

Then I dip, hoodie low, blood warm,

Can’t feel guilt — it’s part of the form.

Isabella L., raised by the storm,

You cross one, you awaken the swarm.

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It’s a mark, not a maybe — you late. (Too late!)

This ain’t mercy — this fate. (Nope!)

You play nice? I still rotate. (Facts!)

L. Blackburn — I orchestrate.

No mercy, no chit, no chat,

I just slide — blade tucked, all black.

Play dumb? I don't play that back,

I play wins — now watch this track.