Lyric

Never dined with silverware, but I know how to feast

Came up rough, no polish, just grit in my teeth

Taught by loss, raised on silence

Built my name in the cracks of defiance

Didn’t beg for chances—I built my own halls

Mapped my scars on bathroom stalls

My roots are loud where your pride whispers

I was made from cuts, not glitter

They drew lines I never learned to see

Tried to box me in—I turned that frame to wings

Said I was “too much” or “not enough”

But I learned to write my name in dust

Folded shame into origami shields

Now I step through doubt like open fields

I was born to win, stitched in quiet storms

Threaded in chaos, dressed in thorns

Not loud by trade, but my echoes last

Move like smoke, but I hit like glass

Don’t need a stage to prove I’m flame

The shadows already know my name

I don’t chase the crown, I redefine

What it means to rise in crooked time

They play to impress, I play to remain

I build my throne from phantom pain

I don’t gamble—I study odds

Call it instinct, I just read the gods

You wait on signs, I script the scene

I don’t chase fate—I intervene

Every silence taught me sound

Every fall re-mapped the ground

I’ve been the ghost, I’ve been the proof

Built a language out of shattered truths

Raised on doubt, fed on delay

Now I bloom where you’d decay

Turned “not yet” into a blade

Cut through noise you never made

Where they paused, I pressed record

Where they quit, I broke the board

I was born to win, not by chance or charm

I honed the blade, I farmed the harm

Where you see walls, I count steps

I draw maps where silence slept

Never loud, but always clear

I don’t arrive—I appear

Draped in scars, I call them ink

I rewrite fear before you blink

Not just rising—I rescale

Every fall is part of the tale

No luck, no gospel in my hands

Only calloused truths and crooked plans

You pray for light—I became the spark

I don’t beg the dark, I teach it art

When doors shut, I sketch new keys

I shape my wins from used debris

No hero’s arc, no pretty spin

Just quiet wars I always win

I was born to win, not to play it fair

I bend the rules that weren’t ever there

Your comfort’s clean—mine’s wired and raw

You sip the wine, I bite the law

Say my name with careful lips

I'm the part of fate that slips

I don’t just fight—I tune the game

And leave my echo in the flame

When silence dares to shout me down

I hum my name and wear the crown

I was born to win, on borrowed flame

Lit my path with shame and blame

Didn’t rise—I surfaced slow

Now I walk where fear won’t go

So if I fall, I fall like kings—

And still I rise, with sharper wings

Forget the script, I wrote my code

I made my name where fire flowed

Victory’s not a matter of luck

It’s a whisper I carved in stone and stuck