Flame Up — Trap Risin' 1 by Junior

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Flame Up — Trap Risin' 1

Junior

trap

0:003:22
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A long wait — pause.
Me on L.A. — breath.
Me on L.A. — slip notes on a busted ledger, I sign my fate, no measure.
Late runs — cold breath, heartbeat, ricochet, I'm movin' pressure.
Profit in the treasure.
Triple-time hustle, triple-time steps.
Wristwatch glints while the night decollects.
Manifest in moonlight, manifest in checks.
I stitch my dreams from the pebble pecks.
Stack — chip — rise.
No pause, no buzz.
Crown — hold — spike.
Flame up, we rise and crown, we don't fall.
Flame up, we rise and crown, we don't fall.
Cold calls, cold calls.
Cut ties like winter coats.
I pay the toll in bones and quotes.
Friends flip like quarter coins.
Silence pockets heavy with unpaid notes.
Broke barber pole reflection.
Antileptic stains on ledgers of inspection.
I trade sleep for deadlines.
Trade soft dreams for skyline selection.
Slip a page, slip a name.
Ledger bleed, I keep my flame.
Every rumor's a bullet, every rumor's a plane.
Stack — chip — rise.
No pause, no buzz.
No pause, no buzz.
Crown — hold — spike.
Flame up, we rise and crown, we don't fall.
Flame up, we rise and crown, we don't fall.
I count the quiet scars like constellations under denim sleeves.
I weigh the winds, cold winds.
Warmer losses that nobody sees.
I whisper to myself, was it worth the price of empty seats?
Then I press replay.
Breeze shallow, then deeper.
Rise again, queen replete.
That's right.
Stack — steady — ignite.
Cut — heavy — tonight.
Flame up, flame up, flame up, flame up, flame up.
We don't fall.
Flame up, we rise and crown, we don't fall.
Flame up, we rise and crown, we don't fall.
Lame up.
Ooh.