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Constant Creation lyrics
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Intro
You still cookin’ your first pack, My vault stupid deep, no lookin’ back.
Verse 1
Sunrise crack, new banger already mixed, Beat slapped before the block get lit. Y’all in Zoom calls, fake strategizin’, I’m droppin’ heat, silent risin’. Catalog breathin’, ideas don’t die, Every drop a brick, empire touch sky. They watch the charts, tryna copy the wave, I chase the raw spark, nothin’ to save.
Pre-chorus
You see the plaque, the finished glow, Miss the trenches where the monsters grow.
Chorus
Constant creation!, All day, no break! Catalog?, Dummy thick, no fake! Art slap itself, you feel the bass? While you was talkin’, I took the whole plate.
Verse 2
Output insane, I flood the streets, Droppin’ packs back-to-back, no delete. You tweak one loop, stuck in the dirt, I birth classics, pain in every verse. Each tape a lick, story get told, Vault worth bands, heavier than gold. Y’all chase clout, fit in they lane, I build my own world, break every chain.
Chorus
Constant creation!, All day, no break! Catalog?, Dummy thick, no fake! Art slap itself, you feel the bass? While you was talkin’, I took the whole plate.
Bridge
They beg for the plug, the secret drip, It’s just the demons that won’t let me quit. Owe it to the sound, promise I keep, Cookin’ raw truth from the gut, no sleep.
Verse 3
Vault burstin’, well never run dry, Hunger in my eyes, can’t kill the supply. Ain’t luck, ain’t trend, this my life sentence, Decades in the trap, pressure build brilliance. Let ’em hate, let ’em clock the moves, Drops the only proof, I ain’t gotta prove.
Chorus
Constant creation!, All day, no break! Catalog?, Dummy thick, no fake! Art slap itself, you feel the bass? While you was talkin’, I took the whole plate.
Verse 4
Phone on silent, notifications off, No group chats, no distractions, I boss. They post studio pics for the gram flex, I’m in the dark, cookin’ ten joints next. Mind like a factory, belts never stop, Turn nightmares to anthems, watch the clock. Y’all wait for the muse, I force her to stay, Chain her to the board, make her obey.
Bridge
They beg for the plug, the secret drip, It’s just the demons that won’t let me quit. Owe it to the sound, promise I keep, Cookin’ raw truth from the gut, no sleep.
Verse 5
Now the youngins study my blueprint close, Tryna decode how I never go ghost. I’m the ghostwriter of my own fate, Pen bleed truth, seal every date. Legacy stamped on every hard drive, While they chase virals, I stay alive. This ain’t a sprint, it’s a marathon war, I lap the field, then I drop some more.
Chorus
Constant creation!, All day, no break! Grrrah! Catalog?, Dummy thick, no fake! Run it up! Art slap itself, you feel the bass? While you was talkin’, I took the whole plate., Whole plate!
Outro
Work never stop. Just level up. Stay cookin’.
Inside the recording
You still cookin’ your first pack, My vault stupid deep, no lookin’ back.
You see the plaque, the finished glow, Miss the trenches where the monsters grow.
Work never stop. Just level up.
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