“Debt” is a raw, reflective anthem about pressure, betrayal, and resilience. The track blends street imagery with spiritual undertones—flipping concepts like communion, grace, and sanctuary into metaphors for survival and growth. It captures the duality of chasing success while navigating fake love, broken trust, and internal battles.
BoostedMet delivers a message of repetition and elevation—turning losses into leverage, scars into lessons, and pain into purpose. With a haunting, almost sermon-like energy, the song speaks on staying solid through chaos, embracing solitude, and coming back stronger every time.
It’s not just about leveling up—it’s about enduring the process it takes to get there.
Lyrics
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Turn me up, run me up (turn me up, run me up)
Dirty sprite, dirty money, dirty looks (dirty looks)
Turn me up, run me up (turn me up, run me up)
Fed off grace, now the grace dried up (dried up)
Turn me up, run me up (turn me up, run me up)
Sip my patience like communion in a cup (in a cup)
Broke bread, with the wolves in the sanctuary
Now the choir quiet, when the dreams erupt
Dirty sprite, dirty money, dirty looks (dirty looks)
Wash they hands but they stained in my trust (in my trust)
Silver spoon, rusted tongue (silver spoon, rusted tongue)
Feed me lies, bring me up (feed me lies, bring me up)
Turn me up, i'm level set
They wanna build a throne, off a nigga silhouette
My shadow block out they debt, sun on my back, hoe on my ass
You gon' see me again, hoe I said I'll be back
Did it once I'ma do it again (go again)
Tell my mamma I'm brought here to win (I'm born to win)
Take a loss, make a loop out the L (how the hell)
Circle back make it bigger than then (didn't know where to go)
Tell my mamma I'm heavenly sent
But the pressure just cook where I been
Did it once engrave it twice
Every scar got a name and a price
Turn my wounds into street signs
Give a fuck about a peace sign
Better than the head
When your stopping at a street light
I need me some me time
Don't need me no sleep time
Bitch I'm always good
Even though I'm on the east side
Did it once I repeat mine
Cut sharp that's a clean line
I need me some me time
Pressure build but I keep mine
The east where the streets cry
Still good where the breeze dry
Don't you go fuck up the seats
Keep your knees dry
Did it once I'ma do it again (go again)
Tell my mamma I'm brought here to win (I'm born to win)
Take a loss, make a loop out the L (how the hell)
Circle back make it bigger than then (didn't know where to go)
Tell my mamma I'm heavenly sent
But the pressure just cook where I been
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