[Intro – Spoken / Laid-Back] Yeah… you know what it is. Raiders out here lurkin’. You drop your loot? I collect your truth. Let’s ride… ⸻ [Verse 1 – Hard West Coast Flow] Creepin’ out the dust, in the glow of the scrap light, Radar pingin’, I’m a ghost in your last fight. Silhouette movin’, chrome in the moonshine, You see the flash, too late—guess it’s loot time. Stackin’ crates like a prophecy unfoldin’, Raid code written, in the wreckage it’s golden. Catch you slippin’ in the canyon, no apology, I’m just fulfillin’ my part in the prophecy. ⸻ [Hook – Sung, G-Funk Style] 🎶 We ridin’ low, we raidin’ high, Ain’t no mercy when we roll on by. We wipe your whole squad clean, that’s the policy— Fulfill the prophecy… collectin’ other people’s property. 🎶 ⸻ [Verse 2 – Laid-Back Swagger Flow] They call me the cleanup crew, the late-night taker, Hover pack driftin’ like a West Coast skater. Watch me circle your drop like a shark in the flood, Then I step out the fog, make it rain your blood—nah, (not violent, just stylin’)—make it rain that loot, I’m allergic to losin’, truth in the pursuit. Turn your hard grind into my payday hobby, Fulfilled the prophecy—now get back to the lobby. ⸻ [Hook – Sung] 🎶 We ridin’ low, we raidin’ high, Ain’t no mercy when we roll on by. We wipe your whole squad clean, that’s the policy— Fulfill the prophecy… collectin’ other people’s property. 🎶 ⸻ [Bridge – Spoken Interlude / Ad-libs] Yo, they thought they had the drop—nah, we had the drop. They thought they’d extract—nah, we intercept. You hear that siren? That’s opportunity. Let’s go. ⸻ [Verse 3 – Final Push] Chrome glint, dune wind, drift through the static, Whole crew automatic, tactics cinematic. Every raid’s a sermon, I’m the preacher of loss, Your crates? My faith. Your fall? My cross. So bow down, when the payloads rain, Ay, ARC skies light up with a digital flame. It ain’t greed, it’s destiny honestly— I just fulfill the prophecy. ⸻ [Final Hook – Sung, Layered Choir-Style] 🎶 We ridin’ low, we raidin’ high, Ain’t no mercy when we roll on by. We wipe your whole squad clean, that’s the policy— Fulfill the prophecy… collectin’ other people’s property. 🎶 🎶 Yeah, fulfill the prophecy… 🎶 🎶 Fulfill the prophecy… 🎶
