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[Intro]
Nah, fuck that gang shit, I don’t rep no name,
No crew, no chain—I’m solo in this game.
Y’all follow trends, I burn the script,
I’m out here stackin’ racks while you suckers dick ride for a grip.

[Hook]
I’m not gang, gang—fuck your squad and your crew,
Don’t need no clique to do what I do.
Solo grind, bitch, I paved my lane,
No crew, no chain—I’m runnin’ this game.

[Verse 1]
You roll in packs ‘cause you scared to stand alone,
I walk these streets solo, my nuts are my throne.
Y’all post guns on the ‘Gram like you hard with the flex,
But when shit pops off, y’all run and send texts.
Fake-ass killers always talkin’ that noise,
But I’ll pull up solo and embarrass you boys.
Your "loyalty's" cheap, just like your weak-ass lines,
When the heat comes down, watch your whole crew decline.

I don’t know nobody, I don’t fuck with the mob,
Every dollar I made came from grindin’ on the job.
Y’all need fifty people just to puff out your chest,
But I’m one-deep, bitch, and I’ll lay y’all to rest.

[Hook]
I’m not gang, gang—fuck your squad and your crew,
Don’t need no clique to do what I do.
Solo grind, bitch, I paved my lane,
No crew, no chain—I’m runnin’ this game.

[Verse 2]
Fuck your politics, your colors, and flags,
I’m stackin’ money while you wave rags.
They tattoo logos, I’m tattooing success,
You reppin’ blocks while your life’s a fuckin’ mess.
You fightin’ over corners, I’m buyin’ the block,
While you shootin’ at each other, I’m countin’ my stock.
Your “brotherhood” breaks when the money gets tight,
But me? I’m solid—day or night.

Fuck fake friends, I’ve been betrayed too much,
Ain’t no love in the streets, just lies and such.
Bitches smile in your face, then stab your back,
So I keep my circle empty and my mindset black.

[Bridge]
I don’t give a fuck ‘bout your weak-ass rules,
I make my own—y’all sheep, I’m the wolf in the room.
I’m a savage, bitch, I don’t need a fuckin’ pack,
I’ll take your throne and never look back.

[Verse 3]
Fuck your big homie, he ain’t shit to me,
I’ve seen the fake power trip turn men to debris.
Y’all worship false idols who crumble and fold,
I’m the lone wolf, bitch, my story’s gold.
Your code’s a joke, ain’t no honor in your pact,
Snitchin’ on each other just to cover your tracks.
I don’t need no crew, I don’t need no set,
I’m a one-man army, bet that’s a threat.

You beg for respect, I demand it in blood,
You fight for the streets while I rise from the mud.
Loyalty’s dead, y’all just fake the vibe,
But I’m cold as ice, no love inside.

[Hook]
I’m not gang, gang—fuck your squad and your crew,
Don’t need no clique to do what I do.
Solo grind, bitch, I paved my lane,
No crew, no chain—I’m runnin’ this game.

[Outro]
Yeah, fuck your loyalty, fuck your names,
I’m out here chasin’ bags, not playin’ your games.
No fake love, no trust for these snakes,
Every win I’ve got? I earned, make no mistake.
No crew, no chain—just a solo reign,
And I’ll burn this whole world if it steps in my lane.

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