[Intro] [Studio Production: explosive 808 kick, tight punchy mid-bass] [Heavy modern slap bassline, clean hi-hats] [Verse 1] [Studio Vocals] [Clear Delivery] Word has weight, yeah, we heavy in the zone Let 'em judge from above, we just claimin' the throne No time for the tears, windows down, let it breeze Got the wind on my side, blowing straight through the trees Crashed down like the crypto, now we risin' up high Burj Khalifa lifestyle, parachute through the sky Got the rhymes in my head, man, it’s cinematic view From the very first scream till the credits are through Got the steel in my spine, yeah, I'm built for the fight Going against the grain, keepin' locked in the light Never pressin' cancel, no, we never gon' stop When the music hits the heart, we just take it to the top Heavy hustle in the streets, man, it's ride or die Knives stuck in my back, but I'm skippin' the lie Keep 'em all at a distance, all the fakes and the clones Real talk, we just build, we don't break down the homes Standin' up for the ladies, heavy gold on my chest Iron Mike in his prime, yeah, I'm clearin' the test I don't care about the bark, let the dogs run wild Caravan movin' forward, on my face just a smile Peace out to the haters, man, I waved 'em goodbye [Chorus] [Clean Synth Melodic Hook] Black Harley in the Narnia, we pullin' up fast Kyiv down to Frankfurt, we just makin' it last Face masked in the gauze, no map in my hand Smash the gas from the start, we just takin' the land Black Harley in the Narnia, we pullin' up fast Kyiv down to Frankfurt, we just makin' it last Face masked in the gauze, no map in my hand Smash the gas from the start, do svidanya, man [Verse 2] [Bassline intensifies: heavy sub-bass thump] Hear the roar of the engine, man, I'm burnin' the lane Grip the wheel, feel the thrill, yeah, we chasin' the gain Don't you dig in my soul, keep your nose out my space Press secretary got the words for the case This is tougher than steel, this is built to endure Music deep in my veins, yeah, the passion is pure Life is inked on my skin, every line is a scar Flyin' into the turns like a Hollywood star Hit the gas, check the track, yeah, we runnin' the game Puzzled how I get the cash and the fortune and fame Money's just a disease, no, it don't bring the smiles Got the status, the power, we just runnin' the miles [Chorus] Black Harley in the Narnia, we pullin' up fast Kyiv down to Frankfurt, we just makin' it last Face masked in the gauze, no map in my hand Smash the gas from the start, we just takin' the land Black Harley in the Narnia, we pullin' up fast Kyiv down to Frankfurt, we just makin' it last Face masked in the gauze, no map in my hand Smash the gas from the start, do svidanya, man [Verse 3] [Sharp Rhythmic Rap] Money's dust, money's trash, just a ghost in the vault Pockets heavy, then empty, man, it's nobody's fault If you just wanna chill and you're hatin' the grind You ain't makin' no paper, you just left far behind Money's dust, money's trash, keep it straight with you, kid Doesn't matter the storm or the course where you slid Smooth sailin' or rough, I'mma break down the law Bonds or funds, I don't care what you thought that you saw If you're slippery, homie, if you're actin' a fool End it all, man, you're done, you broke every rule London town, local blocks, keep it real, keep it straight Prove it all with your actions, drop the pride at the gate, hola [Bridge] [Minimalist Beat: Slap bass and crisp hi-hat only] Hola Pepsi-Cola Hola, ice in my veins, feel the cold-a Hola, ruthless city, it'll fold ya No matter how you spin it, what goes around comes around [Outro] [Clean Dialogue] Yeah... Talkin' trash behind your brother? That's weak. A whole gang on one guy? Taboo in the street. Lying to your own blood, then you look at the sky? Nah, what goes around comes around, you can't deny. Talkin' trash behind your brother? That's weak. A whole gang on one guy? Taboo in the street. Lying to your own blood, then you look at the sky? What goes around comes around... do svidanya, goodbye. [Outro Music Fades] [End]
