[Intro] [Whistled flute line] I came in smooth, made the whole room tilt My brother in the back with the blue bills still Talk sideways, they ain't live that life My circle up next, we don't need no hype [Chorus] I stepped in clean, caught the whole scene I made it shake, then I left it pristine Blue bills low in the back room Hold on, hold on They talk fake, but it don't fit My team too high, we been past that lift No chase, no stunt, no empty thrill I bend the room, then I keep it still Big chains cold in the two-tone ride Little steel tucked when the pressure rise One call and she switch modes Hold on, hold on [Verse 1] She want the gold on a paper plate Wants the fast lane, wants it served that way I move like a shadow through the cash and smoke One wrong step and the whole thing choke This life too rough for a painted smile Too many masks in the room these nights I don't fold when they test my name I don't talk, I just change the frame Took a hit, bounced up off the floor Now they watch when I walk through the door Keep it tight, I don't make it loud Same clean play, but it hit that crowd Chrome in the stash with the scent of fruit Danger tucked where the zipper सूts Say my name and they clear that lane I reply late, then I drift back blank [Chorus] I stepped in clean, caught the whole scene I made it shake, then I left it pristine Blue bills low in the back room Hold on, hold on They talk fake, but it don't fit My team too high, we been past that lift No chase, no stunt, no empty thrill I bend the room, then I keep it still Big chains cold in the two-tone ride Little steel tucked when the pressure rise One call and she switch modes Hold on, hold on [Bridge] [Beat strips back] Say less, move sharp I don't owe them talk They been acting bold Till the whole thing sparks [Flute swells] Now the walls close in Then the room goes wide One breath, one blink Then I slide [Chorus] I stepped in clean, caught the whole scene I made it shake, then I left it pristine Blue bills low in the back room Hold on, hold on They talk fake, but it don't fit My team too high, we been past that lift No chase, no stunt, no empty thrill I bend the room, then I keep it still Big chains cold in the two-tone ride Little steel tucked when the pressure rise One call and she switch modes Hold on, hold on [Outro] [Flute fades] Room goes quiet, then it slips away I left no trace by the end of the day
