[Intro] Yeah, cut the feed. Sector two-five-three. No more excuses, no more rage. Roll it. [Chorus] Late stream, great team, keep the screen clean You talk loud from the lobby, but your stats stay unseen MamaBri in the high beams, whole crew moving serene All that toxic little posturing dissolves on the scene Late stream, great team, keep the screen clean You throw sparks at the chat, we turn the whole thing green MamaBri in the high beams, know exactly what we mean You can rage at the window; we are gone before you blink [Verse 1] Faith on a hundred, I budget the pressure You count every comment, I count every measure Fiji by the bucket, still calm in the weather Your whole tough-guy speech came apart in a second You camp in the lobby, we build in the open Big talk in all caps, small plans when they’re spoken I’m leaving the bait where the weak links are broken MamaBri keeps me grounded, the route stays chosen [Pre-Chorus] No crash, no chase, no need to explain You bring little storms, we bring cool champagne One lane, one crew, let the record replay When the headlights turn, you disappear from the frame [Chorus] Late stream, great team, keep the screen clean You talk loud from the lobby, but your stats stay unseen MamaBri in the high beams, whole crew moving serene All that toxic little posturing dissolves on the scene Late stream, great team, keep the screen clean You throw sparks at the chat, we turn the whole thing green MamaBri in the high beams, know exactly what we mean You can rage at the window; we are gone before you blink [Verse 2] You wanted a feud, got a polished reply I don’t need a burner just to stand by my side Your punchlines loop like a clip from July Mine land once, then the whole room goes quiet Deep in the comments, you’re king for a minute Out here with the crew, there’s no crown when you’re in it We move with a purpose, no panic within it You refresh for a reaction; we already finished [Bridge] Late at night, in the ride, everything great Girl, you know, when we drive, everything great No bad blood in the cabin, just a clean escape Let the ones who love the noise keep shouting at the gate [Beat Switch] Low tape hiss, heavy steps, let the backbeat drag Every cheap shot in your pocket turns to yesterday’s tag No need for a reply when the numbers do the brag We leave your whole campaign folded in the welcome mat [Verse 3] I came from the stream with the same calm face But the cadence got sharper and the drums got space You can borrow the slang, you can copy the taste Still can’t buy the timing when the whole crew takes place MamaBri shining, no villainous pose High beams cut through every rumor you chose Two-five-three with the windows down low If you wanted our attention, you got one and we go [Final Chorus] Late stream, great team, keep the screen clean You talk loud from the lobby, but your stats stay unseen MamaBri in the high beams, whole crew moving serene All that toxic little posturing dissolves on the scene Late stream, great team, keep the screen clean You throw sparks at the chat, we turn the whole thing green MamaBri in the high beams, know exactly what we mean You can rage at the window; we are gone before you blink [Outro] Turn the stream off. Drop the top. No more noise from the back row. High beams on the two-five-three. We out.
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