[ R ] Yeah… It’s Monday night… Everybody thought it's gon be calm. Nah... Uhm uhm... not today. Let’s go... It's Richmond... ay... uh. It's monday night massacre... and bodies drop slow yeah monday night massacre... you're here for the show It's monday night massacre... and bodies drop slow yeah monday night massacre... you're here for the show It's bloody monday night massacre... and bodies drop slow yeah monday night massacre... you're here for the show Feelin the pressure? Good. I'll do a lil voodoo... you might step under the bus while someone on the backseat of Maybach... be sippin somethin watchin you go... bye (woo) Make a simple choice... and I'll turn your quiet evening... haha...into... Hahaa... phone start ringing... now it's getting irregular... one text sayin they testin the line... handle it quiet... make it look like regular... monday night... aight. Fuckn bad luck... that success don't recognize you... ain't that a shame the art of disguising... they think it's business... but nah this one's personal. Yeah my driver know the route... when it’s time to reply shovel in the trunk... I'm comin to see ya My accountant on the line... laughing... said books look cleaner than snow That's how we roll. Yeah. It's monday night massacre... and bodies drop slow yeah monday night massacre... you're here for the show It's monday night massacre... and bodies drop slow yeah monday night massacre... you're here for the show It's monday night massacre... and bodies drop slow yeah monday night massacre... you're here for the show Monday Night Massacre… Everything quiet now. **(instrumental)** [ QUIETSINCE ] Whole room freeze when I walk inside, no loud talk - just a different vibe. You scream online, tryna feel important, I build platforms… you still beg for endorsements. Phone light glow on my face in the dark, notifications buzzin’ - WAVR left a fucking mark. You post noise, hopin someone react, I made a whole lane… you still stuck in the app. You feel small? Yeah, that’s correct. I don’t chase clout - I architect. While you argue threads and comment wars, I build doors… and lock the floors. You flex followers, numbers, views, I built a place where creators choose. What the fuck did you make? Be honest, bro. I made WAVR… what you got to show? Driver don’t talk, just glide through the night, city lights flicker when the timing is right. No rush, no stress, just silent control, you loud for attention - I move for the goal. No fingerprints, just intent in the air, you talk tough… but you never there. Monday night, same ritual flow, lights get dim… and the problems go. Aight… keep talkin’. It's monday night massacre... and bodies drop slow yeah monday night massacre... you're here for the show It's monday night massacre... and bodies drop slow yeah monday night massacre... you're here for the show It's monday night massacre... and bodies drop slow yeah monday night massacre... you're here for the show Monday Night Massacre… Everything quiet now. Everything paid for. Everything handled... Still winning... on a Monday.
