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Lyrics Yeah… Midnight messages, daylight masks—let’s talk. Pager light blinking like it’s trying to warn me, Same street, new scars, same song in the morning. I’m cool when I smile, but my mind stays stormy— So I talk slick on the beat, keep it raw, keep it thorny. Pager light blinking, I don’t need your “okay,” I need bass in the trunk and a reason to stay. If the world wanna play me, I’m raising the stakes— I was built out of pressure, now watch me break chains. I’m that “don’t test him” vibe with a laugh in it, You’re that “type a threat” vibe—then you backspin it. I spit like I’m late for something I promised, You spit like you’re scared the truth might be honest. My words got a jawline, yours got excuses, I turn doubt into distance—leave it looking confused. You act like you’re heavy, you float when it’s windy, I’m grounded—ten toes—even when life gets pissy. I don’t do fake love, I don’t do fake gang, I do real work, real bars, real change. Your crew hypes you up like a speaker that’s blown, Mine tell me “do better,” that’s why I’m so grown. I got punchlines tucked like cash in a sock, I’ll rob your whole ego, leave it standing in shock. And I’m polite in the room, but the pen is a problem— I’ll cook you, then wave like “good game,” no drama. Pager light blinking like it’s trying to warn me… I’ve seen good hearts turn cold over rent money, Dreams get repossessed, hope feeling temporary. Friends turn to strangers, love turn to “don’t call,” And the same damn street still blaming us all. But I won’t play victim, I’ll play it intelligent, Turn pain into progress, keep moving, stay relevant. I’m from that era where respect meant something, Where you look a man in the eyes when you say you’re coming. Now it’s comments and captions, everyone acting tough, But when it’s time to stand tall—man, they vanish like dust. So I write for the ones who got tired of begging, Who still show up broke but their spirit ain’t ending. If you’re boxed in by life, don’t fold—make a door, Put your name on your future, not your scars on the floor. Pager light still blinking—yeah, I read every sign: It don’t mean I’m in trouble… it means I’m on time. Pager light blinking like it’s trying to warn me… Pager light blinking like it’s trying to warn me…