[Intro - Instrumental with small vocal shots] Yeah lad this that west coast aussie drill kinda spin ya feel ay ayy, listen [Verse 1] Mecha on the mic this is freestyle creation boys on the lookout with advanced calculations. Brotherhood assembled in the backroom waiting Four-door black whip, shh silent preparation. Streetlight camouflage, underground destination, Gun in the duffel for the midnight confrontation. Boys on the corners with encrypted information, Signal through the burner phone, coded conversation. Metaphoric messages in tactical precision, Long game dominance, cinematic vision. Strategic maneuvers with immaculate transition, i got Every move measured im a mother fucking wizard [Pre Drop 1] [Drop 1 - Instrumental] [Verse 2] This non seeing non believing non dreaming no make believing condenceiving condempleting adrenaline fucking beaming sweeping no navy fleeting fake feelings from the floor to the ceiling like whatchu gunna do whatchu gunna say everyday before i spray my gat up on stage yee, the g style, JT style you gon fuck wit me bitch then ley me check your freestyle flow [Pre Drop 2 - Instrumental] [Drop 2 - Instrumental] [Outro - Insstrumental]
