Nobody gave me the key I picked the lock Two a.m. — oil on my skin Six walls. Closing in You learned your chords at seven I learned mine from a screen His name was printed — before he sang Born on the right floor, right last name I don’t come from money I come from 3 a.m You hear the algorithm Not the three hundred nights You see the tool I’m holding Not the blood — not the fight Bloodline That’s all your talent is A door that opened early A name that opened doors Bloodline I built mine in the dark Don’t call it manufactured When yours was there — from the start He looked at me and smiled Said my sound was fine His eyes said something colder — You don’t belong in here Same chords, different floors Same hunger, different wars You got the room I got the wall We don’t start from the same place at all You call it soulless I call it 4 a.m You call it cheating I call it all I had Bloodline That’s all your talent is A door that opened early A name that opened doors Bloodline I built mine in the dark Don’t call it manufactured When yours was there — from the start Silver spoon since birth Digging through the dirt Prove my worth You got the studio, the co-sign, the clout I got a laptop and a baseline — count They say machine — so what You used your daddy’s call — his gut Talent? Capital Zip codes. Who your father called Don’t sleep. Don’t stop You inherited the ladder I built from the bottom up Every layer, every note Every 3 a.m. fight — That’s my bloodline That’s my birthright They said authentic For the boy — right name They said AI — for mine Like a machine feels shame I felt every note Every. Single. One Bloodline You don’t see the floor Some were handed early Some were shown the door Bloodline I made mine scar by scar Don’t tell me what is real When you never fought this hard Bloodline That’s all your talent is A door that opened early A name that opened doors Bloodline I built mine in the dark Don’t call it manufactured When yours was there — from the start I pressed play Tonight — That was enough
