[Intro] "Breaking news: We are live here on Elghin Street in downtown Ottawa, where just minutes ago, heavy gunfire erupted throughout the police headquarters. Reports indicate that two officers were struck; fortunately, they sustained only minor wounds with no life-threatening injuries. The suspect was last seen on Rideau Street, fleeing toward the Byward Market. Police confirm the individual is armed with a Glock 17 and is considered extremely dangerous. We are urging any witnesses with information to come forward immediately." Drill time.... Farlow... Aye , aye (blaze) Aye I jus might kill a nigha, Fuck round and I'll kill ya too, Bitch I ride around and get it I'm strapped up type of shit I do, I been out here on the run, I'm born to win I'll never lose, Money on my mind lil hoe yeh I'm bossed up I don't fuck wit you Sirens in the distance, playing chess with the sirens, Duck and dive through alleys where the silence is vibrant. The Feds got the scanners and they’re looking for a face, But I’m a ghost in the shadows, leaving not a single trace. Ditched the burner phone, threw the SIM in the drain, Paranoia’s a fever that’s burning through the vein. Boarded up the windows in a spot out of town, Waiting for the heat and the dust to settle down. Every floorboard creak sounds like boots at the door, Sleeping with a heavy hand, pacing on the floor. They’re building up a case, stacking files on the shelf, But the hardest part of hiding is escaping from yourself. Moving in the dark, changing names like the wind, Paying for the life and the places that I've been. Eyes on the horizon, watching for the blue and gold, The weight of the run is a story never told. (I am velly blaze) Ontario sound... Blacked-out windows, creeping through the midnight rain, Target in the crosshairs, pressure on the brain. We don’t do the talking, let the rhythm of the lead Write a final chapter that the neighborhood’ll read. Spotted 'em on Southside, hanging by the store, Opened up the sliding side, settled up the score. Adrenaline is surging, heart is knocking at the chest, One false move and you’re laid away to rest. Tires screaming bloody murder, drifting 'round the light, Leaving only echoes in the hollow of the night. The "opps" are in the rearview, but the cycle never ends, Trading in your peace of mind to settle for the wins. Check the block, swap the plates, keep the engine hot, Everything you worked for is sitting in this spot. Cold-blooded silence as we ditch the getaway, Living for the minute, never minding the today. (Westside nigha) Aye I jus might kill a nigha, Fuck round and I'll kill ya too, Bitch I ride around and get it I'm strapped up type of shit I do, I been out here on the run, I'm born to win I'll never lose, Money on my mind lil hoe yeh I'm bossed up I don't fuck wit you Outro: (Police sirens and radio, beat melody fades out)
