on sight I send it
[Intro] Yeah Uh Look [Hook] On sight? I send it. No draft, no edit. Whole life, no credit— Cash talk, I dead it. On sight? I send it, No cap, no gimmick. You bark, I bend it, You push, I end it. On sight I send it—bars, I send it. Pressure get applied, that spine? I bend it. Timeline spin when the line get scented, Every bar a parcel: signed, sealed, sent it. [Verse 1] I don’t do threats, I do timestamps. Say my name once, then your mic clamps. I don’t throw subs, I throw clamps on amps, Kill your whole wave, now your stream on damps. This is not rap, this a wiretap, Every word coded like a spy in black. Say you outside? That’s a liar’s map, Door-ring camera never caught you, facts. I’ve been about it since the s—t was on vinyl, You just found out that your hustle got a trial mode. Free week grind, then you ghost when the file load, I’m the full version, your plugin in child mode. Talk big numbers with a prepaid minute, You a screenshot thug, I delete that image. My name ring bells, your week can’t limit What the decade built; I receipt that finish. I don’t do “soon,” I don’t do “later,” I don’t do “almost,” I’m not your favor. You move like a rumor, I move like a waiver— One pen stroke and they waive your paper. [Pre-Hook] Y’all post for the post, I post for the postgame, Every caption a coffin with your @ name. Every like that you chase is a broke chain, I break links when I log in—domain. [Hook] On sight? I send it. No draft, no edit. Whole life, no credit— Cash talk, I dead it. On sight? I send it, No cap, no gimmick. You bark, I bend it, You push, I end it. On sight I send it—bars, I send it. Pressure get applied, that spine? I bend it. Timeline spin when the line get scented, Every bar a parcel: signed, sealed, sent it. [Verse 2] You got followers, I got founders. You got clicks, I got counters. You got memes, I got bouncers— Throw you from the cloud, meet grounders. I don't do TikTok threats, boy, bite down. Any real smoke? Drop pin, not a sound. Your whole gang live in a highlight round, My worst day clip is your lifetime crown. I don’t play victim, I play victor. You play stories, I play scripture. You chase trends, I paint pictures— Your whole wave cropped out my big picture. Stepped in rooms where your type get quiet, Paper so long they recite it in choirs. They whisper my name like indictments in wires, You whisper bout chains, I’m acquiring suppliers. This is full-contact rap, no flags. I talk so heavy the scale toe-tags. You post those racks, that post? No tax— Them props going back with the photo swag. You got yeah-men, I got made-men. You got “just dropped,” I got paid then. You got playlists, I got playpens— I raise new kings while you play-fence. [Bridge] Don’t tell me what you ’bout to do, show receipts. I been clearing every balance since the old CDs. I’m the quiet in the room when the jokes decrease, You the noise that they mute when the real proceed. Don’t ask if I’m with it, I been on go. Every beat like a hill that I been done owned. Every bar like a deed that I ink on stone, Every verse like a key to a wing I own. [Hook] On sight? I send it. No draft, no edit. Whole life, no credit— Cash talk, I dead it. On sight? I send it, No cap, no gimmick. You bark, I bend it, You push, I end it. On sight I send it—bars, I send it. Pressure get applied, that spine? I bend it. Timeline spin when the line get scented, Every bar a parcel: signed, sealed, sent it. [Verse 3] They don’t want smoke, they want quotes for captions, I don’t want clout, I want votes in fractions. Boardroom doors with the frosted actions, Where a nod from a boss mean a whole stock’s slashing. You think rap stop at the club and the chain, I think rap start where the budgets get made. You think bars stop when the beat just fade, I think bars start when the ink touch page. I’m the last one in, first one that they tax, First one clear, last one that they catch. Still ten toes, no cord in my back, Your style on loan, that cord in the back. New money loud, old money don’t speak, Old money just smile when you boast in a tweet. New fame need likes just to go to sleep, Old fame get checks while it goes offbeat. You a hashtag threat, I’m a sealed indictment. You a comment war, I’m a real alignment. When the smoke online turn to real assignments, You refresh feeds; I refresh the climate. [Outro Hook] On sight I send it—no fear, no limit. Whole squad authentic—no rent, we in it. Bars? I send it, the pen? I’m in it. Life? I live it, your script? I flip it. On sight? I send it. No draft, no edit. Whole life, no credit— Cash talk, I dead it. On sight I send it—bars, I send it. Name on the line and the line? Cemented. They talk online, but the minute I enter, The room go quiet and the vibe get vintage.
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[Intro] Yeah Uh Look [Hook] On sight? I send it. No draft, no edit. Whole life, no credit— Cash talk, I dead it. On sight? I send it, No cap, no gimmick. You bark, I bend it, You push, I end it. On sight I send it—bars, I send it. Pressure get applied, that spine? I bend it. Timeline spin when the line get scented, Every bar a parcel: signed, sealed, sent it. [Verse 1] I don’t do threats, I do timestamps. Say my name once, then your mic clamps. I don’t throw subs, I throw clamps on amps, Kill your whole wave, now your stream on damps. This is not rap, this a wiretap, Every word coded like a spy in black. Say you outside? That’s a liar’s map, Door-ring camera never caught you, facts. I’ve been about it since the s—t was on vinyl, You just found out that your hustle got a trial mode. Free week grind, then you ghost when the file load, I’m the full version, your plugin in child mode. Talk big numbers with a prepaid minute, You a screenshot thug, I delete that image. My name ring bells, your week can’t limit What the decade built; I receipt that finish. I don’t do “soon,” I don’t do “later,” I don’t do “almost,” I’m not your favor. You move like a rumor, I move like a waiver— One pen stroke and they waive your paper. [Pre-Hook] Y’all post for the post, I post for the postgame, Every caption a coffin with your @ name. Every like that you chase is a broke chain, I break links when I log in—domain. [Hook] On sight? I send it. No draft, no edit. Whole life, no credit— Cash talk, I dead it. On sight? I send it, No cap, no gimmick. You bark, I bend it, You push, I end it. On sight I send it—bars, I send it. Pressure get applied, that spine? I bend it. Timeline spin when the line get scented, Every bar a parcel: signed, sealed, sent it. [Verse 2] You got followers, I got founders. You got clicks, I got counters. You got memes, I got bouncers— Throw you from the cloud, meet grounders. I don't do TikTok threats, boy, bite down. Any real smoke? Drop pin, not a sound. Your whole gang live in a highlight round, My worst day clip is your lifetime crown. I don’t play victim, I play victor. You play stories, I play scripture. You chase trends, I paint pictures— Your whole wave cropped out my big picture. Stepped in rooms where your type get quiet, Paper so long they recite it in choirs. They whisper my name like indictments in wires, You whisper bout chains, I’m acquiring suppliers. This is full-contact rap, no flags. I talk so heavy the scale toe-tags. You post those racks, that post? No tax— Them props going back with the photo swag. You got yeah-men, I got made-men. You got “just dropped,” I got paid then. You got playlists, I got playpens— I raise new kings while you play-fence. [Bridge] Don’t tell me what you ’bout to do, show receipts. I been clearing every balance since the old CDs. I’m the quiet in the room when the jokes decrease, You the noise that they mute when the real proceed. Don’t ask if I’m with it, I been on go. Every beat like a hill that I been done owned. Every bar like a deed that I ink on stone, Every verse like a key to a wing I own. [Hook] On sight? I send it. No draft, no edit. Whole life, no credit— Cash talk, I dead it. On sight? I send it, No cap, no gimmick. You bark, I bend it, You push, I end it. On sight I send it—bars, I send it. Pressure get applied, that spine? I bend it. Timeline spin when the line get scented, Every bar a parcel: signed, sealed, sent it. [Verse 3] They don’t want smoke, they want quotes for captions, I don’t want clout, I want votes in fractions. Boardroom doors with the frosted actions, Where a nod from a boss mean a whole stock’s slashing. You think rap stop at the club and the chain, I think rap start where the budgets get made. You think bars stop when the beat just fade, I think bars start when the ink touch page. I’m the last one in, first one that they tax, First one clear, last one that they catch. Still ten toes, no cord in my back, Your style on loan, that cord in the back. New money loud, old money don’t speak, Old money just smile when you boast in a tweet. New fame need likes just to go to sleep, Old fame get checks while it goes offbeat. You a hashtag threat, I’m a sealed indictment. You a comment war, I’m a real alignment. When the smoke online turn to real assignments, You refresh feeds; I refresh the climate. [Outro Hook] On sight I send it—no fear, no limit. Whole squad authentic—no rent, we in it. Bars? I send it, the pen? I’m in it. Life? I live it, your script? I flip it. On sight? I send it. No draft, no edit. Whole life, no credit— Cash talk, I dead it. On sight I send it—bars, I send it. Name on the line and the line? Cemented. They talk online, but the minute I enter, The room go quiet and the vibe get vintage.