On a

‎[Intro: Soft piano, vinyl static, water drip, lo-fi] ‎On a spring day, during the new moon, a young hustler stepped into the game. ‎He didn't know how heavy the toll would be to make it to the top... ‎Living on the edge. Walking a thin line, leaving tracks in the mud. ‎Just a small fish in a deep pond full of sharks. ‎ ‎[Verse 1: Sudden heavy 808 bass drop, aggressive gritty voice] ‎When the moon gets full, the real monsters come out to play... ‎A certified superstar, born to get it... trust. ‎I tried to talk back, but [Pause] hell no... wrapped the car around a pole... ‎All them voices choked deep inside — while I was riding dirty. ‎ ‎[Bridge: Atmospheric whispering, echoing, industrial textures, dark pad] ‎The big league in the distance, calling us through a dusty windshield... ‎Out the trenches, where the money talks and the iron rings. ‎In the cold mud, enchanted by the snow. ‎Getting numb to the pain, with the flowers of oblivion... ‎I'm gettin' faded— behind a thick smoke screen... like a ghost in the woods. ‎And they all bowed down... ‎ ‎[Chorus: Dark Industrial Hip-Hop, heavy rhythmic delivery, phonk elements] ‎But the hitters gathered — just to survive the night! ‎To turn a fresh rookie into a cold-blooded enforcer... ‎Like a tight wire, torturing the rap sheet of life, crying out the bars. ‎Regretting it all over a gangsta chord. ‎ ‎[Verse 2: Heavy distortion, aggressive fast flow, driving bass] ‎The ice on the wrist — is waiting... ‎Slitting throats with a blade... doing clean work. ‎Silence barking inside the beast... you stuck in it... ‎Riding a silent wave. Straight into the ice... ‎Sweat turning into ice, under the brim... weaving a heavy Cuban link, it melts, melts, melts, melts... ‎The boss pulls the strings, the Family calls the shots. A demon in a black trench, the strap cracking under the window... ‎The Mob don't run with snitches in this smoky haze. ‎ ‎[Outro: Low raspy whisper, heartbeat fade, vinyl crackle, sad piano] ‎Heaven washed away the sorrow, the devil playing with the trigger... ‎Birds chirping at dawn, the trap queens, like a needle? ‎With her... ‎Teaching me the ropes... instead of staying true to the crew in the safehouse... ‎[Silence] ‎The small fish... went... to sleep. ‎[Fade to End]