No Way Outv6-mini

[Intro] Concrete veins, cold breeze. Sometimes you don't choose the path, The path chooses you. Check it. [Verse 1 – Dirty Street Style, Raw & Heavy] The sun don’t shine, it just stares like a bitch, Born in the gutters, scraping shit till I’m rich—or dead. Chasing ghosts on the pavement with blisters on feet, We were fed poison before we could stand on the street. Fuck a "menu of life," that shit is a lie, I see a rusted-ass blade and a cloud-covered sky. Ain’t no options, just survival, a hustle for crust, Watching my brothers turn into fking gray dust. Dead-end alleys, no light, just the smog, We live like rats in the gutter, dogs chasing a fog. Every step is a gamble, every breath is a toll, These concrete walls just swallow your fking soul. [Chorus] There ain't no choice when the shadows collide, Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. The streets take a toll, they demand their own pay, We’re just the actors in a cold-blooded play. No left, no right, just a path made of stone, Walking this road, yeah, we’re dying alone. [Bridge – Beat drops out, ominous slow bass kicks in, building tension] [Silence… ticking clock sound] They say life is a choice… They never seen the bottom of this hole. Get ready. [Verse 2 – Fast, Choppy/Eminem Style, Accelerated Flow] Look, my compass is spinning, I’m gripping the floor, I’m locking the door, They’re asking for more, but I’m settling scores with the demons I saw, I’m hitting a wall, I’m feeling the crawl of the law, I’m a beast in the maw! Stuck in a cage, I’m flipping the page, I’m soaking in rage, I’m earning the wage of a prophet in shadow, I swallow the sorrow, there is no tomorrow! Fast-forward, look at the panic, the static, I’m manic, the damage is graphic, The hunger is primal, survival’s the mission, I’m switching positions, erasing the visions, No branching, just crashing, I’m thrashing, the ash is the only thing left of the path that I’m hashing! Fuck the dreamers, I’m the screamer, the schemer, the bottomless feigner, the gray-line maintainer! [Chorus] There ain't no choice when the shadows collide, Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. The streets take a toll, they demand their own pay, We’re just the actors in a cold-blooded play. No left, no right, just a path made of stone, Walking this road, yeah, we’re dying alone. [Outro] Yeah. No exit. Just the cold concrete. You hear that? That's the sound of the circle closing. No choice. Only the end. Fade to black.