Yeah…

Ha-ha…

They ain’t never get me.

Southside vibe.

Walk through the block, hoodie low, head high,

Never fit the mold, I was built outside.

Everybody fake, tryna play both sides,

I kept it too real, now they mad I survived.

Cold nights, hard lessons, scars on my pride,

Had dreams so big they couldn’t fit inside.

Teachers said chill, homies said change,

But I stayed the same while the whole world switched lanes.

See, I move different, that’s why they stare,

Talk slick online but be shook when I’m there.

I came from the dirt now I shine like chrome,

Still feel alone even when the room packed full.

I don’t fit in—I was made for the pressure,

Pain made me cold but the hustle made me better.

Too hard for the weak, too real for the fake,

Still standing tall every move they hate.

I don’t fit in—I was born outside,

Middle finger up while I let that ride.

Can’t break me down, can’t kill my pride,

I learned real young how to survive.

Yeah…

Get rich or die trying.

Look—

I done seen snakes in designer clothes,

Fake love smiles with a heart that froze.

Everybody talking but nobody knows

How it feel when the whole damn city say “no.”

Now I’m back with the bassline knocking,

Chain ice cold and the whole crowd watching.

Didn’t fit school, didn’t fit jobs,

Now the same people screaming when I step on stage hard.

Straight from the struggle, pain in my walk,

Learned more from the block than I did from talk.

If I trust too quick, then I pay that cost,

So I ride solo like a kingpin boss.

I don’t fit in—never needed approval,

Came from the bottom now I’m making big movements.

Still got wounds underneath this chain,

Still got ghosts running circles in my brain.

But I stay strong when the lights go dim,

Whole world changed, I stayed like this.

If you know that feeling, put your hands up high—

For the ones who survived when they counted us out.

They counted me out…

Now they countin’ my wins.

Sometimes I wonder what it feel like

to wake up normal…

No walls up.

No weight on the chest.

But pain built this ambition,

and ambition made me untouchable.

I don’t fit in—I was built for survival,

Turned every scar into another title.

Too real to fold, too strong to break,

Every loss in my life turned into strength.

I don’t fit in—and that’s alright,

Still standing here through every fight.

From the dark came a hell of a rise,

Now the whole world watching me shine.

Yeah…

They ain’t gotta understand me.

I made it without fitting in.