Titty Slingshot (Explicit)

B3 don't give a fuck

B2 don't give a fuck

G3 don't give a fuck

G2 don't give a fuck

Titty slingshot.

Titty slingshot—launch me out the frame

Whole board crooked but they call it"the game"

Kings stay safe while the pawns take blame

Doors lead to doors, I'm still here, same name

Titty slingshot—snap back, don't fold

I don't want the crown, I want the code

They sell you"choice" in a shrink-wrap mold

I pull one thread and the whole lie shows

Life feel like chess with the rules switched mid-match

Referee laughing while he move the glass

I'm not"paranoid," I'm pattern-matched

I just watch the hand that's hiding the patch

They call it"merit," but it's weighted dice

They call it"grind," but it's sacrifice

They call it"faith," but it's priced real nice

And they still act shocked when you ask"why" twice

I don't rage—I map

I don't beg—I bend

Doors lead to doors, so I don't pretend

I just keep a light where the silence ends

Maybe the board is inside my chest

Maybe"the game" is a stress-test

Maybe the move is: refuse the script

Hold the thread when the story slips

Doors lead to doors

Titty slingshot—launch me through the noise

I'm not here to win, I'm here to choose

They want a verdict, I want a voice

Doors lead to doors—so I don't lose

Titty slingshot—snap back, stay true

Even in a rigged room, I move like proof

Not"checkmate"—nah, I'm something new

I'm the hand on the thread when it pulls you through

Titty slingshot