Wrist cold like ice
Yeah. Mmm. They talkin' loud, but the signal’s blurry. (Sound of a match striking) Let’s get it. (Chorus) Wrist cold, ice drippin' like a faucet (Splash) Keep the secrets locked away inside the closet (Shh) Static in the vault, yeah, I’m hearin’ all the profit I don't check the price, I just put it in the basket. Stack it up, move silent, that’s the mission (Way) Eyes on the prize, I got 20/20 vision (Look) From the pavement to the penthouse, I’m the addition Countin’ up the blue strips, yeah, that’s the definition. (Verse 1) Look, I came from the basement, now I’m on the top floor Remember sellin' dreams just to get a foot in the door Now the whip matte black, lookin' like a phantom Every time I drop a verse, it’s a street anthem. Twelve round the corner? Better keep the pace steady Heavy is the crown, but I’m feelin’ more than ready Phone keep chirpin’, had to put it on silent Success is a choice, and I’m choosing to be violent— With the flow, with the bars, with the way I make it stack Once I get the bag, nah, I’m never lookin' back. (Never) (Bridge) (Beat cuts out, just the bass pulse) They want the shine but they don’t want the shadow. They want the win but they don't want the battle. (Beat drops back in hard) (Chorus) Wrist cold, ice drippin' like a faucet (Splash) Keep the secrets locked away inside the closet (Shh) Static in the vault, yeah, I’m hearin’ all the profit I don't check the price, I just put it in the basket. Stack it up, move silent, that’s the mission Eyes on the prize, I got 20/20 vision From the pavement to the penthouse, I’m the addition Countin’ up the blue strips, yeah, that’s the definition. (Outro) Yeah. Definitions. We don't talk, we just do. Static...
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Yeah. Mmm. They talkin' loud, but the signal’s blurry. (Sound of a match striking) Let’s get it. (Chorus) Wrist cold, ice drippin' like a faucet (Splash) Keep the secrets locked away inside the closet (Shh) Static in the vault, yeah, I’m hearin’ all the profit I don't check the price, I just put it in the basket. Stack it up, move silent, that’s the mission (Way) Eyes on the prize, I got 20/20 vision (Look) From the pavement to the penthouse, I’m the addition Countin’ up the blue strips, yeah, that’s the definition. (Verse 1) Look, I came from the basement, now I’m on the top floor Remember sellin' dreams just to get a foot in the door Now the whip matte black, lookin' like a phantom Every time I drop a verse, it’s a street anthem. Twelve round the corner? Better keep the pace steady Heavy is the crown, but I’m feelin’ more than ready Phone keep chirpin’, had to put it on silent Success is a choice, and I’m choosing to be violent— With the flow, with the bars, with the way I make it stack Once I get the bag, nah, I’m never lookin' back. (Never) (Bridge) (Beat cuts out, just the bass pulse) They want the shine but they don’t want the shadow. They want the win but they don't want the battle. (Beat drops back in hard) (Chorus) Wrist cold, ice drippin' like a faucet (Splash) Keep the secrets locked away inside the closet (Shh) Static in the vault, yeah, I’m hearin’ all the profit I don't check the price, I just put it in the basket. Stack it up, move silent, that’s the mission Eyes on the prize, I got 20/20 vision From the pavement to the penthouse, I’m the addition Countin’ up the blue strips, yeah, that’s the definition. (Outro) Yeah. Definitions. We don't talk, we just do. Static...
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