Yeah

Yeah…
From Fez to L.A., we don’t slow down…
We load up… we blow rounds…
Ready? … Breathe once, then never again…

[Verse 1 – Warm-Up Speed]
I came from the block where the lights don’t sleep,
Every step like a fight when the night gets deep,
Whole crew on the grind, put the price on beef,
Got stripes like a king, never bite on cheap,
Man, I write my heat, every line gon’ creep,
Through the cracks in your mind till your sight go weak,
Then I burst through the beat like a pipe gone leak,
And the drip so heavy it ignite concrete.

I’m the storm in the booth with a gold tooth grin,
When the truth gets in, let the youth step in,
Got the proof in the pen, let the loose ends spin,
Any crew step in, they get chewed, that’s sin,
I move with the wind, never lose, just win,
I’m the fuse to the gin, make the booze kick in,
Every page that I write like a nuke’s been pinned,
Man, the news get grim when the tunes begin.

[Verse 2 – Mid Speed Building Up]
Look—
I don’t trip, I sprint, I flip my script,
I grip my ink till the tip might rip,
I’m lit like wick with a fist-tight grip,
Every hit I spit make your ribcage split,
Gotta twist my pitch when I lift my gift,
Every drift like whip in a midnight shift,
Whole clique like pit when the fist fight hits,
Every bite so thick like a midnight brick.

From Fez to the city of the angels,
I twist every angle, the frame gon’ dangle,
My slang too hot, man, it burn through cables,
I turn these tables, no label, I’m stable,
Flow so fatal, cut clean like a razor,
Wordplay sharper than a blade from a saber,
I don’t need favors, just flames and a fader,
Whole damn beat get ate like a wafer.

[Verse 3 – Fast as Hell, Breathless]
Yo, I’m the nightmare they never gon’ write fair, life rare,
When I strike, air crack like a pipe flare, right there,
Every fight tear through the beat, no light spare, night glare,
And the mic scare kids like a white bear, bite bare—
Hold up, no rest, reload, go next, no flex,
Whole set get broke in a cold sweat, no threats,
When I roll, get gold like a Rolex, oh yes,
Every flow like a bomb in a ProTek vest—
I’m a livewire in a blackout, bring the track out,
Till the crowd pass out, when I lash out, max out,
Every bar stack out, never back out, black out,
Till the facts shout loud, that I’m that route— cash route.

I don’t slow when the tempo twist,
I just go till my lungs can’t risk,
Every word in my script gon’ hiss,
Every shot that I take gon’ swish,
From the dirt to the clouds, I lift,
From the hurt to the crown, I gift,
Every curse that I found, I flipped,
Turned pain to a sound that rips.

[Verse 4 – Finale Machine Gun Mode]
Run it up, I’m a renegade, never been afraid,
Any barricade in the way, finna detonate,
Every heavyweight in the game get a lemonade,
‘Cause I’m too sweet when the beat get incinerate,
Man, I innovate, never imitate, syndicate,
Got a syndicate mind when I integrate,
I don’t ventilate, I just penetrate, simulate
Every criminal line when I litigate,
Got venom in the pen when I