Mask on tight when I slide in the night,
Mask on tight when I slide in the night, Laser on the pole, turn the block to a light. Talk on the net, but they never outside, Catch him in the flesh, then we open his ride. Glock stay dirty, but the money stay clean, Whip too fast, switch gears on the scene. Trap stay jumpin’, I ain’t never on E, Whole hood with me, that’s a hundred times three. [Verse 2] No peace talk, only smoke when I step, Chrome to his chest, make him fight for his breath. Streets raise me, so I move with a code, Can’t trust souls, even friends turn cold. Concrete jungle, where the real don’t fold, Ice on my chain, but my heart too froze. Loyalty first, everything else dead, Cross me once, put a price on your head. [Verse] Pull up in a Trackhawk, engine sound like thunder, Opps on the ‘Gram, but they quiet when I come up. Big racks, blue notes, stuff ‘em in the jeans, City on my back, I’m the one who run the scene. iPhone buzzin’, deals movin’ off a text, Chain on froze, put some ice on my neck. Talk tough online, in the streets they don’t show, Slide with the gang, blacked out, lay low. [Hook] We outside daily, never hide, never fold, New drip on me, yeah, the fit too cold. Ops talk smoke, but they cap on live, Step in my zone, better pray you survive.
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Mask on tight when I slide in the night, Laser on the pole, turn the block to a light. Talk on the net, but they never outside, Catch him in the flesh, then we open his ride. Glock stay dirty, but the money stay clean, Whip too fast, switch gears on the scene. Trap stay jumpin’, I ain’t never on E, Whole hood with me, that’s a hundred times three. [Verse 2] No peace talk, only smoke when I step, Chrome to his chest, make him fight for his breath. Streets raise me, so I move with a code, Can’t trust souls, even friends turn cold. Concrete jungle, where the real don’t fold, Ice on my chain, but my heart too froze. Loyalty first, everything else dead, Cross me once, put a price on your head. [Verse] Pull up in a Trackhawk, engine sound like thunder, Opps on the ‘Gram, but they quiet when I come up. Big racks, blue notes, stuff ‘em in the jeans, City on my back, I’m the one who run the scene. iPhone buzzin’, deals movin’ off a text, Chain on froze, put some ice on my neck. Talk tough online, in the streets they don’t show, Slide with the gang, blacked out, lay low. [Hook] We outside daily, never hide, never fold, New drip on me, yeah, the fit too cold. Ops talk smoke, but they cap on live, Step in my zone, better pray you survive.