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GOATED PRODUCER: @FUTURETYPEBEAT2 Lirycs: [HOOK] I don’t need a crown to stand ten toes I don’t need a stage when the truth that close I move in silence, feel the tension grow Whole room loud but my code won’t fold No medals, still I carry weight No spotlights, still I dominate If they ask what I’m chasing, tell ’em “self-respect” I don’t need what they worship, I already checked [VERSE 1] They confuse a warm-up lap with destiny Mid on the field but they talk like a legacy Whole personality stitched in a jersey Stats don’t match but the ego stay heavy Fixing their hair when a girl walk by Winded by halftime, still think they that guy Crowd make noise, they feel ten feet tall Take the noise away, they don’t stand at all I was built in rooms where nobody clapped No whistles, no chants when I sharpened my craft They need a ref just to feel legit I needed pressure just to exist I don’t hate ’em, I study the flaw Confidence loud when it’s hollow at core They play pretend, I endure the cost That’s why my silence sound colder than applause [HOOK] I don’t need a crown to stand ten toes I don’t need a stage when the truth that close I move in silence, feel the tension grow Whole room loud but my code won’t fold No medals, still I carry weight No spotlights, still I dominate If they ask what I’m chasing, tell ’em “self-respect” I don’t need what they worship, I already checked [VERSE 2] Funny how attention follow empty frames Girls drawn to chaos, confusion, and games They love that cold stare, that “I don’t care” face Till the mask slip off and it’s nothing but fake I speak direct, that kill the thrill Honesty don’t give ’em an adrenaline hit They want a mystery built off neglect I want a mirror that don’t reflect regret Those boys peak early, burn out fast Living off moments they already passed I don’t sprint for approval, I pace for the last They loud in a group, quiet alone Take the team away, they don’t know who home I had no jersey, no crowd, no throne That’s why my name still stand on its own