Ran From What He Made

[Intro]
I was done with life
Closed my eyes, said “take it, bro”
Gave the wheel to a demon in my face
Then I woke up years later like “oh, hell no” (yeah)
[Verse 1]
I was tired of the fight
Told my shadow “you can drive”
Blackout on a Tuesday
Blink once, lose five years of my life
I wake up to a condo I don’t know
Cold glass, gold frames, and a line on the table
My face in a frame on a club wall
Whole city praying to a walking fable
Everybody at the door, scream my name
But they don’t know mine, just the brand he made
Every couch got a body, every room got a stain
Every phone full of numbers I can’t place to a face
[Chorus]
I ran from what he made
Now I’m trapped in his parade
Fast life, bright flames, burnt veins, black shades
They chant my name, but they calling his name
I ran from what he made
Now I’m choking on the fame
Cash piled high like a cage, not a safe
Tried to hide in the dark, but he lit up my face (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Drawers full of pills, closet full of blood-red tags
Notes in my own handwriting that I don’t understand
“Meet plug at the dock,” “bring heat, bring bags”
Whole life like a script that I never even planned
I see moms in the screenshots begging me to change
I see ops in the DMs plotting where I hang
Got a girl in my bed calls me pet names
But she staring at my tats like they’re brand names
Every story he wrote got my voice on it
Every lie that he told got my choice on it
I was ready for the grave, gave the ghost the pen
Now I’m living in a body that he bent to the end
[Chorus]
I ran from what he made
Now I’m trapped in his parade
Fast life, bright flames, burnt veins, black shades
They chant my name, but they calling his name
I ran from what he made
Now I’m choking on the fame
Cash piled high like a cage, not a safe
Tried to hide in the dark, but he lit up my face (yeah)
[Bridge]
Who signed that deal in my blood?
Who turned my pain into mud?
Who built this throne out of dust and hate?
I look in the mirror, it’s me, too late (too late)
[Chorus]
I ran from what he made
Now I’m stuck in his charade
Fast life, cold heart, thin line, dull blade
Every time they scream loud, I just feel more afraid
I ran from what he made
Every dollar, every taste
Every high that he chased got me sick, got me dazed
Tried to sleep through my life, now I’m wide-awake in his plague

rap, Aggressive trap beat at 145 BPM, dark bell loop and detuned synths, heavy 808s that slam on the downbeat. Male vocals, dry and upfront in the mix with ad-libs tucked wide. Verses start clipped and menacing, double-time pockets and triplet flows; hook explodes with shouted layers and pitch-shifted dubs. Occasional risers and bass drops heighten the feeling of waking into a nightmare you created., sleep