VIP

[Intro] Let it ride! What’s up? VIP! [Verse 1] Rollin' through the night with a chip on my shoulder Still in my grip and the weight of a soldier Never been subtle, my pedal stays floored Scars on the knuckles from kickin' in doors Wheelchair chrome with the moonlight glow Still keep pace with the flow—never movin’ slow [Intro] Let it ride! What’s up? VIP! [Verse 1] Rollin' through the night with a chip on my shoulder Still in my grip and the weight of a soldier Never been subtle, my pedal stays floored Scars on the knuckles from kickin' in doors Wheelchair chrome with the moonlight glow Still keep pace with the flow—never movin’ slow They look down, I rise—yeah I bend that frame Turn pain into power, now they chant my name Graveyard lit, got the ghosts on watch Every move I make make the whole world stop No pity in my lane, no brakes, no stall I don’t walk this earth—I own it all [Hook] VIP, yeah we mob through the mist Wackside chain swingin’, carved in the abyss Laugh now, cry later, hear the bassline hit If you came for the crown, better bleed for it VIP, yeah the squad don’t miss Black heart beatin’ with a savage twist Lights go out when we step in the pit Wackside run it—ain’t no counterfeit [Verse 2] Mask on tight but the vision stay clear I ain’t playin’ no role—I’ve been this for years See her stand behind me, yeah she part of the set Clown queen energy—you ain’t ready yet Hair flow clean, controlled when it move No chaos in the motion, every step got groove Chains sit right, no drag, no slack Only on the sides, yeah the fit stay exact Wackside stamped, yeah the crew locked in If you step too close, that’s a guaranteed sin Graveyard stage, yeah we light that scene From the dirt to the throne, now we run that dream [Hook] VIP, yeah we mob through the mist Wackside chain swingin’, carved in the abyss Laugh now, cry later, hear the bassline hit If you came for the crown, better bleed for it [beat drops, eerie tone] Hear that laugh in the dark? that’s us Turn the pain into art, no trust From the mud to the throne, no luck We don’t fold, we don’t break, we erupt [Verse 3] Grave dirt drip, yeah the fGrave dirt drip, yeah the fit stay cursed I was dead to the world, now I came back worse Got the wheels still spinnin’, got the fire in lungs Every scar tell a story that the weak never sung They doubted the rise, now they watch me ascend From the pit to the peak—ain’t no need to pretend I don’t need two legs just to stand like a king Built my own throne outta pain and steel rings Wackside bloodline, yeah we branded for life Through the chaos and smoke, through the dark and the strife If you hear that chain, better know what it mean— We ain’t part of the game… we the whole damn scene [Final Hook – bigger] VIP, yeah we mob through the mist Wackside chain swingin’, carved in the abyss Laugh now, cry later, hear the bassline hit If you came for the crown, better bleed for it VIP, yeah the night go black Once we step on stage, ain’t no comin’ back