Walk in, big step, no limp Eyes on me, whole room goes dim Talk big online, in the flesh, they shrink I’ve been cold-blooded since the icebox rink They post, I’m the reason that they post less Bench warm, tryna talk to the pro reps I don’t even flex, this is low reps Still lift the whole scene up, no sweat I don’t talk much, I just (let the numbers run) You can play tough, but you (crumble one by one) They gon’ ask how I did it when the smoke all done Same three words every time I’m on Kill ’em with the calm, then the comeback Kill ’em every time that the drums slap (hey!) Kill ’em when I yawn through the combat They ain’t even in my lane, that’s a fun fact Kill ’em with the work they don’t see Kill ’em every day, not weekly Kill ’em when I breathe on the beat If it’s me on the track, then it’s R.I.P New day, same bag, that’s routine They chase waves, I just move clean Talk about smoke, but it’s blue screen Whole act glitch when the truth seen I don’t rush, I arrive on time They spr...

Cold block, grey rain, hood up Cardboard goals in a ripped-up ruck Still had plans in a handset note Turn that stress to a big man glow Dust on creps, but the walk say boss Came from the loss, had to pattern this cost Young girl hearing “can’t” on loop Turned “can’t” to “watch” when I stepped in the booth If they move high, then we go low Hands on heart, but the eyes on dough Came from little, now the aims grow From the concrete cracks, see the roots show If they talk wild, then we stay cold Pressure on chest, but the stance bold Everything earned, nothing on loan Head to the ground till the crown feels home GO LOW, GO LOW Head down, stack, don’t show GO LOW, GO LOW Rise from the dirt, we glow GO LOW, GO LOW Hands to the sky, then throw GO LOW, GO LOW (woah) Step, step, step, then blow Phone on mute, had to cut that chat Love turn fake when the funds come back Still see snakes tryna swing my path But I walk straight, can’t bend my back Mum said “pray,” so I pray then grind Late...