DUST UNDER MY NAILS (Crudo Calle)

Intro Boot scrape concrete. Match strike. Verse 1 Dust under my nails from basement grind I seen coke flip a sharp mind blind Seen homies swear they fine Till the habit crossed the line White powder in a folded bill Heartbeat racing, jaw gone still They call it thrill I seen it kill Back hallway, dim bulb swing Promoter laughing, diamond ring While some kid sniff before he sing Thinking that’s the edge he bring Hook Roll One & Chill, steady breath Not dancing with death Gelato Glow Records built from sweat Not regret Slow burn over fast demise Open eyes We analyze Before we rise Verse 2 I tried temptation once or twice Felt my chest beat out of sync Didn’t feel like paradise Felt like standing on a brink Seen a man lose thirty pounds Eyes sunk deep, no solid ground Still claiming he profound While his world collapse around I ain’t glamorizing vice I’m exposing the price You don’t get it back twice When you roll those dice Bridge Guitar scrape like warning flare Kick drum punch through stale air Reality unfair But we aware Verse 3 Independent, no chemical crutch No false rush No powder hush We don’t touch Gelato Glow Sessions built durable Not disposable Or controllable Just formidable Outro Dust stay under skin But we don’t give in We discipline