At the Top

Verse 1 (Spanish guitar intro) I don’t need a rival, I design one in reflection Every time I level up, I correct the direction I been in the mirror long enough to see a threat (Beat pause) He the only bitch I ain’t beaten yet (Beat resume) They say “give yourself grace” — I don’t know her Only thing I ever gave myself was a cold shoulder If I showed mercy, I’d relax in my potential So I crucify my comfort, makin the growth essential Yeah, I put myself down so nobody can If I lifted me up, these bitches wouldn’t stand a chance (next 7 lines in one breath) See, I call me trash so I don’t get complacent If I knew my worth, I’d disrupt the whole placement You don’t understand the plates that I press If you sat in my thoughts, you’d cave in your chest They say “slow down, breathe” — I won’t Every breath I take feel like a loan And I collect with interest I collect with interest.. i collect with interest.. ⸻ Yeah - (Verse 2) I been grindin’ so long I forgot the prize If I win the war, who the hell survives? ‘Cause the version of me that I bury alive Is the same one keepin’ this fire supplied Double-edged blade in the palm of my drive Cut myself sharp just to feel more alive You hear pain in the cadence, I hear discipline That’s the difference between breakin’ down and buildin’ it (beat gets quieter) I feel the shift, I’m closin’ on prime They still on start, I’m ahead of my time I don’t chase balance, I live on the grind Hone every scar till it sharpen my mind That voice in my head, don’t silence the sound I let it push me till crowns get found (beat pause vocals get loud) You call it toxic? Cool, I’ll own it Comfort killed more dreams than opponents I don’t talk about demons — I train with ’em Put ’em on payroll, build a name with ’em If pain built muscle, I’m benchin’ regret If scars told stories, I’d publish a set And every rep got blood in the grip I don’t drop the weight — I become that shit yeah i become that shit yeah- ⸻ Verse 3 (beat continues do the whole verse in 2 breaths) I don’t compete, I complete the design They run in a race, I redefine the line They talk about peaks, I been movin’ the climb I don’t chase moments — I age like fine Pressure don’t break me, it polish the frame Carbon compress and it harden the name Y’all want the throne? I built the terrain Plant my flag early and flooded the plain I don’t talk smoke, I control the climate Storm in the room but my voice stay quiet They want a spark — I been holdin’ the sun Light up the path just by loadin’ the gun Not bullets — ambition load it- Click-clack precision Aim at the future and bend its position They study the game, I became the equation If life is a test, I graded the nation (breath reset) Bars like scripture, carved in the chest You pray for the crown — I carry the crest I don’t flex loud, I flex inevitable Every move tactical, every breath measurable You think it’s ego? Nah — it’s alignment Time caught up, now I’m right where the prime is If I ease off the gas, that’s mercy and patience I’ve been holdin’ back force to avoid devastation They ask who the best — that’s rhetorical placement bitch.. i collect with interest