DEM😈N TIME

Blacked out fit, no face, no trace, Came from the mud, now I move with grace. Drums go boom when I step on the track, Whole block quiet when I’m dressed in black. Clock on my wrist but I don’t check time, I just check ops if they step outta line. Talk on the net, but they freeze on sight, I walk with a chill, but my hands ignite. Zone too cold, heart never on melt, Pain in my past, I just move how I felt. Wolves at my side, they don’t bark, they bite, I don’t need the light — I was born in night. But this is not UK but some niggazs got knifes. Rain hit the roof, but my mind stay dry, I was raised on war, I don’t flinch, I fly. Whip too tinted, can’t see who’s in, But the vibe say boss when I slide with a grin. Hoodie low, but the vision stay wide, Never fold once, I got pride in my stride. Ten toes planted like roots in dirt, Try me once, and they ghost or worse. I don’t chase fame, I just run my route, If it’s smoke in the air, we gon’ air that out. Pressure gets built, I just turn it to bars, Made pain my fuel, now I’m shootin’ for stars. Evil Chancee album