[Brooding Atmospheric Trap Fusion], [Cloud Rap Haze], [Harlem Hip Hop Swagger], [Chopped & Screwed Houston Drawl], [Dark Cinematic Orchestral Swells], [Noir Jazz Undertones], [Glitchy Industrial Edges], [Psychedelic Ambient Drone], [Vintage Soul Chops], [Memphis Rap Murk], [Mid-Baritone Nonchalant Male Rap], [Lazy Laid-Back Pocket Flow], [Hazy Autotune Formant-Shifted Layers], [Polysyllabic Rhymes], [Triplet Burst Flow], [Glassy Shimmering Synths Dissolving to Distorted Stabs], [Eerie Choral Swells], [Twinkling Keys into Weird Squeaks], [Punchy 808s], [Rolling Trap Percussion], [Ping-Pong Psychedelic Delay Ad-Libs], [Hard-Panned Heavy Reverb Vocal Walls], [Youthful Snotty Prettyboy Cadence], [Cartoon Swagger Animation], [Menacing Polished Glamour], [European Fashion Luxury Colliding Ghetto Futurism], [Legal Paranoia Vulnerability], [Cinematic Beat Switches], [Reversed Textures], [Ethereal Minimalism Meets Industrial Noir], [Clams Casino Dream Haze with Subtle Gothic Eerie Undertones] [Intro] [drumless hazy ethereal loop, glassy shimmering synths, eerie choral swell, subtle hallway echo drums, twinkling high keys dissolving, brooding atmospheric trap build, cinematic noir haze, mid-baritone male vocals nonchalant laid-back] Move through the city like the cameras all blinkin' Nobody saw me, that's by design not by thinkin' Uh [Verse 1] [mid-baritone nonchalant male rap, lazy pocket flow slightly behind the beat, Harlem swagger cloud rap haze, atmospheric trap, polysyllabic internals, conversational cool, glassy synth twinkles, subtle glitch edges] Crib on the fifteenth, curtains all Italian linen Lawyer said relax, I said I'm barely even winnin' Charged me for a life I was already half-livin' Court date on a Tuesday, wore the Raf Simons to it Judge looked at my fit and threw a recess just to do it Used to sleep on floors with roaches runnin' through the grout Now they need a warrant just to find out what I'm 'bout No witnesses, no statement, whole case fell apart They was building off a narrative, I was building off my art [Hook] [echoing layered vocal, clattering catchy earworm, hazy autotune shimmer formant-shift, hard trap drums drop with punchy 808s, melodic mid-baritone, polished menacing cool, reverb-drenched wall, eerie choral undertone swell] No witnesses Nobody saw nothin' round here No witnesses Move too clean to leave a trail, yeah Uh — no witnesses Everything I built they tried to take No witnesses Walked out the courtroom looking great [Verse 2] [triplet flow burst rhythmic switch-up, double-time Harlem cadence, snotty youthful energy cartoon swagger edge, dark atmospheric trap, glitchy industrial squeaks, rolling percussion] Goyard on the table like I'm checkin' into heaven Stayed pretty through the pressure, that's a ten out of a seven Rihanna in the front row lookin' unimpressed by seven countries trying press me on my movement through eleven Uh — they ran my name through systems I ain't heard of Tried to make a villain out a kid from off the curb, bruh Everything I wore they turned into a slur, bruh Still got every tag, got receipts for every murmur [flow switch] [slower chopped & screwed vibe, Houston drawl creep, pitch-shifted lower baritone, dark reverb-heavy trap, minimal punch, noir jazz undertone drone, reversed textures fade in] See... When you built different they need proof When you pretty and you black they want the truth When you come up out the nothing they call bluff But I'm standing at the top and that's enough [Hook] [echoing layered vocal, clattering catchy earworm, hazy autotune shimmer formant-shift, hard trap drums drop with punchy 808s, melodic mid-baritone, polished menacing cool, reverb-drenched wall, eerie choral undertone swell] No witnesses Nobody saw nothin' round here No witnesses Move too clean to leave a trail, yeah Uh — no witnesses Everything I built they tried to take No witnesses Walked out the courtroom looking great [Bridge] [stripped hazy cloud rap breakdown, near-spoken intimate mid-baritone, minimal percussion ethereal void, vulnerable raw emotion, psychedelic ambient pulses, glitch stutters subtle, heavy reverb tail gothic noir] My son gon' never know how close it got My son gon' only know his daddy never stopped They had a whole life mapped out for where I'd rot I put the whole thing in a song and let it knock [Outro] [ad-libs with ping-pong psychedelic delay, high-pitched "what!" calls, hard-panned layered vocal doubles, thick reverb wall cinematic fade, atmospheric decay, glassy synth dissolve to industrial murk] Uh — no witnesses, yeah What! (Nobody saw it) Ghost — no witnesses Uh, yeah (Move clean, move clean) [End]
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