QUAKE MODE

Dark nights, black truck, rain on the windows Heart too cold, I got pain in my kinfolk Big chains swing when I walk through the smoke Everybody tough till the real ones approach I came from the gutter where the wolves don’t sleep Now the whole gang eat when the checks increase Still got scars that the money can’t clean So I move lowkey with a beast mentality Back then they ain’t wanna hear my tracks Now the labels call when the streams go mad Too much cap in this industry rap I bring war every time I attack Two phones ring while I’m counting up bands Eyes too sharp, I don’t trust these fans Fake love coming with invisible plans So I stay with the team and the game in my hands Bassline dirty, make the whole block shake 808 kick like an earthquake Blue lights flash when the bros escape Whole squad move like a tactical raid Run up, run up, bet they run when I step in Big drip, black fit, everybody checking Too fast, too clean, no way they catch him I done turned pain into a lethal weapon Skrrt-skrrt move when I slide through the lane Big drum hit make the whole room shake Jersey bounce when the hi-hats break Too much smoke, make the whole place quake Don’t test me now Whole crowd jump when the bass fall down Too much fire when I come around King of the dark, yeah I hold that crown Too much pressure inside my brain Still go hard, never show that pain Whole team lit when the cash campaign Now the whole city scream my name Quick steps when I dance on the beat Heartbeat sync with the kick and the snare Too gone, too wavey, way too rare Whole room freeze when they see me appear I got demons that I hide with fashion Street code deep, this ain’t just rapping Big energy every time I’m snapping Crowd goes mad when the bass start crashing Fast life, fast cars, dark ambitions Big dreams came from hard conditions Now the chains dance under bright suspensions Still thank God for the life I’m living Run up, run up, bet they run when I step in Big drip, black fit, everybody checking