[Trap Soul] [Hook – Pain Harmonized] I walk through fire in designer Scars on my soul, but my drip still flyer Heart full of pain, but I move like a rider They threw dirt on my name — I bloomed out the briar Still got trauma I don’t post Still got nights I don’t boast But I came up clean from the smoke Look close — this shine ain’t just for show ⸻ [Verse 1 – Flex soul] They see the glow, but they don’t know what it cost I done lost ones, broke down, paid every loss Had to hustle through heartbreak, grind through the grief Now it’s gold on my neck, pain stitched in the seams Used to cry in the dark, now I shine in the day Turned pain into profit, put the hurt on display Now I toast with the demons I beat on the way I ain’t perfect — I’m proof that the real don’t fade [Verse 2 – Flex Soul] Penthouse views, but I came from the bottom All of this pain? I ain’t try to dodge it I wore it, I owned it, then flipped it for profit Now I pull up clean like trauma ain’t poppin’ But don’t get it twisted, I still got triggers Still got nights where I’m drinkin’ my feelings Still talk to the sky like, “Lord, are you hearin’?” But I stack while I heal — I’m breakin’ these ceilings [Hook – Slightly Enhanced] I walk through fire in designer Scars on my soul, but my drip still flyer Heart full of pain, but I move like a rider They threw dirt on my name — I bloomed out the briar Still got trauma I don’t post Still got nights I don’t boast But I came up clean from the smoke Look close — this shine ain’t just for show [Bridge – Optional Melodic/Spoken Break] Ain’t no shame in the struggle Ain’t no loss in the tears If you still standin’ Then you stronger than your fears [Verse 3 – Prayer Style] Lord, if I fall again, catch me with grace I been runnin’ from myself, now I’m tryna face All the pain I packed away, deep in that safe Tryna heal while I hustle — it’s a daily chase Protect my peace when the envy surround Keep me grounded even when I’m up, not down Don’t let this drip blind me from what counts ’Cause I’d trade all this gold just to feel that sound Of my soul at rest — no need to pretend Of real love that don’t break, just bends And if this storm come back, I’ll stand again ‘Cause I know now, even scars can mend. Amen.

Through Fire in Designer