

Intro
Yeah, one candle, one ledger, one truth
Marker Street basement, nineteen ninety-two shoes
Ledger don't lie
Verse
Woke up at five when the boiler still coughing
Wrote sixteen bars on a napkin while coffee cooling off
Momma said grind till the numbers start speaking
Kept a spiral notebook, every hustle I'm keeping
Corner store credit, paid it back with the interest
Sole of my shoes worn but the soul in it fearless
Studio time traded for stocking the shelves
Learned how to budget before I learned how to sell myself
Every dollar counted like a verse that's precise
Every bar I dropped had to cover the price
Uncle Ray said "son, the streets keep a tab"
So I kept my receipts folded up like a math
No shortcuts, no favors, just hours and grit
Turned the porch light bulb into a spotlight bit
Every rejection just another line item filed
Building an empire one page, one mile, one child
Chorus
Ledger don't lie, I write what I live
Every hour I bled is a page that I give
Column of struggle turn into the shine
Ledger don't lie, and the numbers all mine
Ledger don't lie, I write what I live
Every hour I bled is a page that I give
Column of struggle turn into the shine
Ledger don't lie, and the numbers all mine
Verse
Now the notebook's a laptop, the block still the same
Same corner where I learned how to carry my name
Pressed shirts on Sundays, pressed rhymes after dark
Every bar I lay down leave a permanent mark
Investors ask questions, I answer with proof
Show 'em the ledger, the receipts is the truth
Every skip meal logged like a lesson I owe
Every late night grind is a seed that I sow
Cousin Ronnie doubted, said the rap game a maze
I said watch the entries add up over days
Turned my losses to lessons, my lessons to gold
Every verse I write got a story that's told
Bank teller smiling now, she remembers my face
Said "young man your numbers done outgrown this place"
I just nod, keep it humble, keep counting the cost
Cause the ledger don't lie about nothing I lost
Chorus
Ledger don't lie, I write what I live
Every hour I bled is a page that I give
Column of struggle turn into the shine
Ledger don't lie, and the numbers all mine
Ledger don't lie, I write what I live
Every hour I bled is a page that I give
Column of struggle turn into the shine
Ledger don't lie, and the numbers all mine
Bridge
Some nights the balance sheet don't add up clean
Some months the red ink outweigh the green
But I keep writing, keep tallying the fight
Cause the entry tomorrow depend on tonight
Every mistake is a debit I own
Every win in the margin, a seed that I've grown
No forgery, no fronting, just facts on the line
This the book of my life, and every page mine
Outro
Close the ledger, the proof is in ink
Every hour accounted, every second I think
Ledger don't lie, never will, never has
That's the receipt, that's the story, that's facts
Trap · Mellow · 90 BPM · 3:23 — Hip-Hop (boom-bap-revival), gritty, nostalgic, streetwise confidence, modern trap hi-hats, dusty vinyl drums, upright bass, warm brass stabs, D minor, raspy baritone, rapid-fire multisyllabic flow
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