[Verse 1] A DJ in the booth Got the city on lock Curate heat Block to block Let the streets talk Mix dreams in the doors when they open and lift Real ones in the backseat Whole circle a gift (yeah) Jealous eyes on the curb That stare feel sick Timepiece on the wrist Half ticket in a tick Slide through in the truck Pedal down Tires spit They reaching for a hold But the plan don't stick (nah) [Chorus] Wolves never switch We just shift lanes quick (skrrt) Glow from the ice make the hate look sick From the projects up We been laying each brick You can whisper in the dark We still shine too thick Wolves never switch We just move as a pack (woo) Pray on our fall But we always bounce back Built this from the dirt Every scar Every scratch You can watch from the side You can never detach [Verse 2] Cars gleam in the night Whole row look fierce Every engine like a growl Every rival hears Whole team on the hunt Loyalty the code If you ever had a doubt You ain’t on this road Haters plot Let 'em talk Let the rumors twist We been busy buying time You been making lists From the hallway floors to the penthouse view Every brick that they threw We just built something new [Chorus] Wolves never switch We just shift lanes quick (hey) Glow from the ice make the hate look sick From the projects up We been laying each brick You can whisper in the dark We still shine too thick Wolves never switch We just move as a pack (yeah) Pray on our fall But we always bounce back Built this from the dirt Every scar Every scratch You can watch from the side You can never detach A DJ (disc jockey) is a person who curates beats block to block, city pulse quick. Mix dreams in Lambo doors, suicide lift, real ones ride, no snitch, brothers thick. Jealousy glares from the curb, eyes sick, Patek wrist flick, half mil tick. Urus whip through traffic, exhaust kick, success stack, they plot but can't stick. Cars gleam under neon, V12 roar thick, loyal pack hunt, wolves never switch. Haters whisper, we build empires brick, jewelry blind 'em, AP glow slick. From projects to penthouse, hunger grip tight, G-Wagon squad roll, nights ignite. Real ones feast, fakes fade to night, jealousy fuel, we chase dreams right.
