[Intro](Cinematic atmospheric pads, distant 808 pulse thumping)Yeah...Talk to 'em.They been waiting on a hit record?We giving 'em a masterclass.DK... turn the headphones up. Let’s go.[Verse 1](Male lead rap - aggressive Atlanta trap style, fast triplet flow)Fresh out the vault, look at the gleam on the neck, it’s a checkmateNever look back at the past or the hate, we just elevate state to stateJ’s on my feet, Dior on the socks, bitch, I'm dodging the taxesHop in the foreign, we burning the asphalt, spinning the axesMillionaire mindset, the billion is close, ain't no room for a slackerReal street baller, I'm runnin' the game, you a regular hackerCamo the truck and we camo the car, we don't ask for permissionEvery move calculated, heavy weight, we fulfillin' the missionThey talkin' that shit on the net but they broke in the physical presenceStep in the building, the energy shifts, yeah, they feelin' the essence[Chorus](Female lead vocalist - catchy, melodic, high energy, full vocal skill showcase)Everywhere I go, everywhere I show, yeah, I get it litThey lookin' at the wave, tryin' to catch the vibe, but they can't mimic itDrippin' in the sauce from the jump to the finish, we don't ever quitYeah, we get it lit, yeah, we get it litEverywhere we show, you know we ownin' it[Verse 2](Male lead rap - fast-paced, sharp internal rhymes, explicit street flex)Fine dime with me, she bad as a motherfucker, matchin' my energyOut of the country, we flyin' private, bypassin' the jealousyBitch, I been hot from the jump, ain't no casual stunt, we original bossesCountin' up commas and stackin' the profit, we don't take no lossesThey still stuck in the mud while we clearin' the plate at the top of the towerNever would fold for the clout or the crowd, yeah, we holdin' the powerConfident swag, iced out to the T, got 'em stiff in the roomOne wrong move and it’s lights out, end of the day, we bringin' the doom[Bridge](Strip the beat to sparse pads and smooth male vocal layers)One time for the ones that stayed down through the cold.Two times for the vision that turned into gold.No games and no tease, we just take what is ours...Watch how we drop it right back from the stars.(Heavy low-end build-up, 808 pitch slide drops...)[Final Chorus](Full production blast - female lead with rich stacked male harmonies)Everywhere I go, everywhere I show, yeah, I get it litThey lookin' at the wave, tryin' to catch the vibe, but they can't mimic itDrippin' in the sauce from the jump to the finish, we don't ever quitYeah, we get it lit, yeah, we get it litEverywhere we show, you know we ownin' it[Outro](Drums fade out into a sharp electronic pulse, male ad-libs)Everywhere I show.Get it lit.DK.Game over, bitch.(Hard Cut)
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