Ink Still Wet

Title: “Ink Still Wet”

Hook:

I write heat, ink still wet on the page,

Came from the basement, now I’m loud on the stage,

No cosign, no leash, no cage,

I’m pressure when I speak, feel the weight of the rage.

Ink still wet, yeah I bled for the sound,

Every word got a pulse, every line hold me down,

They was sleepin’ on me, now they askin’ “who now?”

I don’t knock—I break doors when I come through town.

Verse 1:

I was built in the quiet where the doubts get loud,

Had dreams so heavy I was bent, not proud,

Every “no” turned fuel, every loss was a crown,

Learned pain got a voice if you let it speak out.

I don’t rap for the likes, I rap for the nights

When the ceiling fan hummed and my thoughts wanna fight,

When the future felt far and the hope felt light,

Still I wrote like tomorrow owed me a mic.

They copy the drip, but it don’t fit the frame,

I earned every scar, I remember the names,

If you talk that smoke, better handle the flame,

I don’t aim for the stars—I dismantle the game.

Hook:

Ink still wet, hear it scratch when I move,

Every bar got truth, every lie get removed,

I ain’t follow the rules, I just followed the groove,

Now the beat feel nervous when I step in the booth.

Ink still wet, yeah the pen still hot,

I don’t chase what’s poppin’, I create the plot,

From the floor to the throne, yeah I gave it my all,

If I fall, I fall forward—I don’t fail, I evolve.

Verse 2:

I been talkin’ to time like “wait your turn,”

I ain’t lucky, I learned—every page got burns,

Every verse got work, every hook got nerve,

I don’t need your respect, I just make you observe.

This ain’t rap, it’s a statement carved in a beat,

I leave footprints where they scared to even compete,

I’m calm, but the calm where the earthquakes sleep,

One line from me turn your block to a peak.

I don’t beef for attention, I starve it instead,

Let success do the talk, let the numbers get said,

If my name in your mouth, better feed it some bread,

’Cause I’m rich in my mind before rich in the bed.

Outro:

Ink still wet—yeah, remember the sound,

This the voice of a pen that was never backed down,

I don’t ask for the crown, I just build it around,

When they ask who did this—say I did. No amount.