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black balled in the streets & the industry - vanny goodfella lyrics

intro (spoken, soft keys)
you ever been shut out before you could even knock?
black ball in the box — they whisper, then they lock

verse 1 — (sung, warm, intimate)
they passed a stone where my name should’ve been
silent fingers in the dark decide i’m not invited in
pretty lies on velvet tongues, they smile and they conspire
club door closes slow, you feel the cold from the fire

prе*chorus — (rising)
i got dresses in the closеt, and a night that went to waste
all my people on the floor but i ain’t seen a face
a rumor on a line, a whisper in the hall
one black ball in the box and they said i couldn’t call

chorus / hook — (soaring, layered)
black balled in the streets and the industry
shut out of the light, but they still talkin’ ’bout me
they write what they want, like it’s gospel or law
but i breathe, i rise, i ain’t fallin’ for y’all

verse 2 — (confident, clipped flow)
i used to knock on doors, they used to answer fast
now a handshake go cold when they heard my past
corporate whispers travel faster than a wire
one hostile call, and the whole plan catchin’ fire
blackballed from the bar where my people drink slow
blackballed from the meet where the big checks flow
they playin’ chess with p*wns, tryin’ to block my move
but i study the board — got patience in my groove
post*chorus — call & answer
they said you can’t come through
they never asked what i do
they shut the gate on you
we make our own lane, that’s the truth

bridge — (breathy, intimate)
i seen friends turn statues, smiles turned to stone
an ex with a grudge, a rumor set in bone
but love, if you listen, there’s a truth that stays
you can’t black ball a soul from its own grace

verse 3 — (reflective to triumphant)
they tried to bury me polite — in letters and in lore
painted me a villain when i only kept my score
i built from the bas*m*nt when the upstairs shut tight
made my own table when they say i wasn’t right
contracts with stamped “no”, clubs that ghost my name
but the culture know the hustle — respect don’t come from fame
so i sign my own checks, open doors i close
turned the blacklist to a list of those i chose

final chorus — (key change up, full band)
black balled in the streets and the industry
shut out of the light, but they still talkin’ ’bout me
they write what they want, like it’s gospel or law
but i breathe, i rise, i ain’t fallin’ for y’all
outro (spoken — low)
they can vote you out the room, but they can’t vote out your will
we keep signin’ in, baby — to the life we build

ad*libs (scattered)
* “mmm” / “yeah” / “they don’t know” / “we still here” / “facts” / “let ’em talk”

- vanny goodfella lyrics

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