[Intro] Yeah Late ride, hoodie up, phone on low No big talk, I just let it go Kick in the chest, let the bassline fold I'm in the cut where the cold air shows [Section A] 808 hit like a dent in the floor Snare crack sharp, hear it bounce off the door I don't chase clout, I don't post what I score Keep it plain, but they know when I walk in the room Hands on the wheel, one eye on the rear Whole week bent, but I'm right back here Hat low, stain on the cuff of the gear Still move clean when the pressure comes near Pockets got lint and a receipt from the mart Black coffee gone cold in the cup in the car I was down bad, now I'm built from the scars Not a new face, just a new way to spar Even my GPS said, “bro, good luck” I missed one exit and called it a power move [Section B] Beat cuts out, let the silence talk back Then it slam in again when the hi-hats snap I don't need much, just a beat and a map And a little bit of room when the doubts start to stack Say less, watch the way I cut through the noise No gold chain flex, just a grown man's poise If they want a problem, I can give 'em that choice But I'd rather make moves than be loud with my voice Whole thing tight, every line got weight I don't do fake, I don't do vague If I say I'm on it, I'm already late 'Cause I been there early, waiting by the gate [Outro] Let it ride, let the last note breathe Bass drip out while the pads still leave No grand speech, just a nod, then I leave Same old lane, but it fits like sleeves
