Yeah… too many talkers, not enough doers.

You feel me?

Actions speak — everything else’s just noise.

A promise is a loan unpaid,

A fairytale dream that starts to fade.

I don’t do wish lists, I don’t bluff,

If I said it once, that’s enough.

Every plan I write, I sign in sweat,

Ain’t broke a vow I made yet.

I move the mountain, stone by stone,

Talk don’t build no phony throne.

I’m a man of action — watch me show it,

No flash, no cap, no need to blow it.

Word’s my bond, that’s real, not trend,

I start strong, I don’t pretend.

No hashtags, no microphone clone,

I’m a man of action — on my own.

They flex online like they run the town,

I’m in the grind, where truth is found.

You talk your hustle, I live mine,

Clocked-in heart on overtime.

Respect don’t come from how you speak,

It’s built in silence, week by week.

I’m blueprint blood and broken bone,

Still, talk don’t build no phony throne.

(yeah)

No need to say you’re real — just be real.

You can’t fake sweat.

You can’t Photoshop soul.

I’ve been down bad, still stayed true,

No crowd, no fame — just what I do.

They promise heaven, then ghost the scene,

I’m out here makin’ purpose clean.

Faith ain’t words, it’s how you move,

I don’t need likes to prove my groove.

So when I’m gone, let the work be known,

Talk don’t build no phony throne.

I’m a man of action — say less, grow more,

Feet on the ground, every thing you ask for.

Every scar, another milestone,

A man of action — made of stone.

No smoke, no script, no borrowed tone,

Talk don’t build no phony throne.