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Gryan Venot

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[Intro] "I don’t need a studio, I need a story..." "Lights flicker, headphones crackle, but I’m still here." [verse] Started with cheap computer, cheap headphones Beats from my chest, no label, no co-sign zone 2.6 mil for the month, I split it clean Half for my mom, half for the dream unseen College fees in stacks, one-three every term Internet due, lights flicker while the candles burn I’m not broke, I’m just early, that’s how I learned To flip pain into lyrics and let the tables turn No silver spoon, just a fried rice hustle Small biz on the block, I move quiet, no muscle While they flexin’ new shoes, I’m stretchin’ this muscle Four chords on Ableton, make emotion bubble Could’ve partied, could’ve smoked out the sky But I chose cracked VSTs and a MIDI to fly My chair squeaks when I move, desk held by tape But I’m still makin’ magic in this beat-up space They laugh when I tell ’em I rap, like it's a joke 'Til they hear a track and pause like they just woke Yeah, I ain’t poppin’, but I’m speakin’ with fire And they feel that truth, even if I’m not higher Self-mixed, self-mastered, no engineer Still clear in the headphones like I’m standin’ near Taught myself EQ, read forums at night While the power blinked twice, I kept gettin’ it right This ain’t ego, this is hunger with grace Feeding dreams off scraps, still spittin’ with taste I been broke, still am—but I’m rich in skill Every line got a price that I’m dyin’ to fill All these apps want subscriptions, I got none So I trial, delete, retry ‘til it’s done Stackin’ layers in the dark, click by click Tryna turn pain into rhythm, real slick No Rolex, no chains, just a cheap mouse click Still smoother than half the scene droppin’ quick Ain’t about followers, likes, or that fake route It’s about sayin’ something when your light’s about to burn out They said, “Why rap? Ain’t no one make it here” I said, “Why not? Ain’t no one tried it with this fear” I rap for the quiet ones, lost in the smoke Who dream big on tiny screens, just tryna cope Don’t need a Benz, I got bars in my chest While the city sleeps, I confess what I suppress Tired eyes, hungry hands, Wi-Fi low But the flow hit harder when the pressure grow [Outro] "This is for the ones who got nothin’ to flex..." "Except truth, a mic, and a dream they protect." "From a room without much, I made a song that touched." "If you feel me—then we both enough."