[Verse 1]
Intricate infinite, thoughts deliberate,
Hypocrite spittin', claims he’s considerate.
Pen in the pad, now a hit's in rotation,
But is it mine, or just some simulation?
[Chorus]
The beat’s bangin’, the words cut through,
Truth or a lie? Man, what’s the view?
Game’s a mirror, reflection’s skewed,
Maybe I’m playin’, or maybe it’s you.
[Verse 2]
Minted and printed, made for the hustle,
Built for the street, forged in the struggle.
Invasion’s over, circulation’s tight,
Now every verse feels like a gunfight.
[Bridge]
Steel-toed dreams, step through the fire,
Each bar crafted, fueled by desire.
Chain link fences, cyphers in the yard,
Life's a deck, I’m just playin’ the cards.
[Chorus]
The beat’s bangin’, the words cut through,
Truth or a lie? Man, what’s the view?
Game’s a mirror, reflection’s skewed,
Maybe I’m playin’, or maybe it’s you.
[Verse 3]
Carved my initials in the bark of the scene,
Roots run deep, still chasin' the green.
Hands on the clock keep spinnin' in loops,
A cycle of cycles, these ties we can’t undo.