🎵 TITLE: “Bill Collector” [Intro – Cold, distorted whisper] You thought it was free. You thought nobody was keeping score. (Sub hits hard.) [Hook – Hard chant, layered] Ain’t so tough with the bill come now, are you? All that flex talk fade when the cost run through Internet lie, tough guy costume Truth knock hard — no more back room You an expensive joke we can’t ignore Every debt you made knocking at your door You took and took thinking no one saw But the bloodline keep the ledger law [Verse 1 – Voice A – Slow, venomous calm] Ego man-child in a grown man frame Talk big game, same old shame Used women like a stepping stone Borrowed love you never owned Thought charm was a lifetime pass Thought smooth words make it last You harvest hearts, you move too fast Now consequence building mass Mothers remember. Daughters grow. You think that past just disappear? No. Every promise you played with fire Every trust you drained dry You thought that strength was loud desire But real strength don’t exploit to rise You don’t build — you consume You don’t plant — you assume You don’t protect — you resume Same cycle, different room [Pre-Hook – stripped drums] You ain’t untouchable. You ain’t immune. Debt grow quiet Then enter the room. [Hook – Bigger, aggressive layering] Ain’t so tough with the bill come now, are you? All that flex talk fade when the cost run through Internet lie, tough guy costume Truth knock hard — no more back room You an expensive joke we can’t ignore Every debt you made knocking at your door You took and took thinking no one saw But the bloodline keep the ledger law [Verse 2 – Voice B – Fast, cutting, dynamic switches] Fast brag, fast grab, short-term throne All ego muscle, backbone loaned Play king in a rented zone But you never learned what you was shown You thought using women was power display Thought it’d never circle your way Thought you’d age and walk away No interest charged on what you weigh Mothers talk. Daughters see. Cycles shift eventually. You built a myth on borrowed grace Now pressure crack the painted face You ain’t a wolf, you ain’t a boss You just a man afraid of loss Internet tough with the keyboard crown Offline quiet when truth come round All that dominance you put down Sound different when the cost get found You stole from futures you couldn’t hold Sold affection like it was gold Now that bill get heavy and cold Ain’t so bold when it’s time to fold One by one the greed kings fall Not by force — by natural law You don’t get to drain and walk Life keep score. It audits all. [Bridge – Low piano, sub rumble] Maternal monarch rising slow. Not rage. Rebalance. Those who birth the future Choose the standard. [Final Hook – Hardest drop, chant energy] Ain’t so tough with the bill come now, are you? All that flex talk fade when the cost run through Internet lie, tough guy costume Truth knock hard — no more back room You an expensive joke we can’t ignore Every debt you made knocking at your door You took and took thinking no one saw But the bloodline keep the ledger law [Outro – Calm, cold] You thought it was conquest. It was credit. Now it’s due. (Sub fades.)