Rewrite the Script

**[Intro]**

*(Echoed, cold tone)*

All these wannabe gangstas lost Notti to this shit

My heart's gon' cold, I wish to rewrite the script

**[Hook]**

Lost my brother to the beef, money stackin' but it stings

Wannabe gangstas flexin' straps they never squeeze

Heart frozen solid, nigga, winter in my veins

Rewrite the script, turn losses into gains

Hustlin' reality, rich scholar in the booth

Everyone 'round me gon' lose it, that's the truth

Fuck the fake smoke, I'm stackin' off the track

Rewrite thе script, bring my dawg all the way back

**[Verse 1]**

Yo, all thеse wannabe gangstas lost Notti to this shit

My heart's gon' cold, freezin' over like a glitch

In the matrix, wish I could reload the clip

Erase the beef, rewrite the script, flip the script

From OY to the graves, they dyin' for some likes

Instagram thugs with Glocks they can't ignite

I was ridin' with my kin, now his blood on the bricks

Hustlin' heavy, turnin' pain to them hits

Rich scholar, books and bands, intellect assassin

While you posin' with them poles, I'm cashin' scholarships

Lost the bag and the bro, but I doubled up the grind

Money motivation, turnin' funerals to dimes

They scream "drill" but drill bits break on real steel

I'm the ghost in the booth, hauntin' beats with raw feels

Heart arctic, no thawin', cold as Siberian winds

Rewrite the script, nigga, where do I begin?

**[Hook]**

Lost my brother to the beef, money stackin' but it stings

Wannabe gangstas flexin' straps they never squeeze

Heart frozen solid, nigga, winter in my veins

Rewrite the script, turn losses into gains

Hustlin' reality, rich scholar in the booth

Everyone 'round me gon' lose it, that's the truth

Fuck the fake smoke, I'm stackin' off the track

Rewrite the script, bring my dawg all the way back

*(Ad-lib: Yeah, Notti... rewrite that shit!)*

**[Verse 2]**

Pockets used to be empty, now they overflowin'

Lost a friend to the streets, now my circle closin'

These bitches switchin' sides quicker than lane changers

Hustlin' reality, dodgin' federal rang ers

I'm the plug with the pen, scholar bars, no cap

Turned trauma to trauma, now I'm trappin' off rap

Wannabes lost Notti, dyin' for a mention

I'm buildin' empires while they chasin' detention

Wordplay wizard, double entendre demolition

Money multiplication, watch the zeros in position

Heart cold as the morgue slab where they laid him

Rewrite the script, teleport him to the stage, fam

Everyone 'round me fiendin', they gon' lose it for sure

Jealous snakes in the grass, I got the boots and the cure

From the block to the boardroom, elevatin' the plot

Rich scholar hustler, connectin' all the dots

**[Bridge]**

*(Slowed, pained delivery)*

Wish I could hit rewind, pull him out the dirt

Fuck the opps, fuck the loss, nigga, my soul hurt

But I'm risin' from the ashes, phoenix with the pen

Rewrite the script... let the real ones win

**[Hook]**

Lost my brother to the beef, money stackin' but it stings

Wannabe gangstas flexin' straps they never squeeze

Heart frozen solid, nigga, winter in my veins

Rewrite the script, turn losses into gains

Hustlin' reality, rich scholar in the booth

Everyone 'round me gon' lose it, that's the truth

Fuck the fake smoke, I'm stackin' off the track

Rewrite the script, bring my dawg all the way back

*(Ad-lib: Cold world... rewrite it, nigga!)*

**[Outro]**

All these wannabe gangstas... lost him to this shit

Heart gon' cold... but I'm rewritin' the script

*(Fade out: Hustle forever... Notti forever)*