Minimalist

(Yeah) No extras. Just pressure. [Hook] I move minimalist—still make it loud, Two steps, cold breath, don’t make a sound. Same fit, same stare, I don’t switch up, Less talk, more work, that’s a big cut. In the mist with it, I don’t chase clout, One line, one life—watch me take route. [Verse] I don’t brag, I don’t chat, I just clock in, Eyes low, chin tucked, when I walk in. Too many “bros” turn ghosts when the cost in, So I keep my circle small like a coffin. No chains, still shine when the light hit, No smoke, still choke when the vibe shift. I don’t need ten men, I got my grit, One plan, one pen, and a tight script. They want proof, I don’t post—just progress, Quiet wins stack up, that’s my flex. If it’s static, I’m gone, no long text, Cut ties, clean lines, no context. [Hook] I move minimalist—still make it loud, Two steps, cold breath, don’t make a sound. Same fit, same stare, I don’t switch up, Less talk, more work, that’s a big cut. In the mist with it, I don’t chase clout, One line, one life—watch me take route. [Outro] No extras. Just pressure. (Yeah)