[Instrumental] I’m deep up in the zone, Three-two-one, I’m gone, Sixty in a fifty zone, Still ridin’ with my demons on. Ash fall on the Nike shocks, Eyes red, can’t feel my jaw, Laughin’ while the sirens talk, Middle fingers to the law.” I came from nights gettin’ chased by sirens, Smoke so thick got the whole car silent, One wrong look now the whole crew violent, Hands don’t shake when the pressure gets heightened, Dead eyes locked on the cash and the get back, Still got stains on the jeans from the setbacks, Talkin’ that smoke till the real ones step black, Then they freeze up stiff like a broke ass neck snap, Oi, I don’t do fake love, fake hugs, fake mates, Seen grown men switch sides for a vape rate, Nowadays everybody “gang” on a damn page, Till the boots hit concrete in the rain late, Skrrt off, blacked out whip in the fog light, Bad little thing wanna stay for the long night, Whole team rowdy, one spark it’s on sight, You ain’t built for the chaos my squad like, Big smoke drift while the ash fall sideways, Brain gone fried from the sins and the Fridays, Still ten deep where the cops drive by strange, Middle finger high screaming “fuck what the law say”, Raised where the rats all lurk in the dark alleys, Cold heart stitched from survival and hard habits, If I said it then I meant it, no half-cap’n, You’re background noise, I bring full metal havoc, Do or die when I step in the session, Voice too raw, got death in the tension, Everybody hard till the room gets tested, Then it’s “bro calm down” and nervous aggression
