(Hook - Vic August)

Just paid off the lawyer my cards in my deck
I’m safe where I touchdown I sleep in the jet
I’m going East but it used to be West
‘Cos I have to eat and I’m as sinful as next
It’s as simple as text
Send me the LL and I’ll GPS
Inhaling something to relieve the stress
Talk out your neck then for my guys you’re next
And if I came around with em I’m down with em
And if they down I’m down with em
I’m bouta kick these doors right down with em
And if they touch ground I’m ground with em

(Post-Hook - Vic August)

Cos it’s too many looking from skies
Those kind of people don’t die

(Verse 1 - Vic August)

Still tryna duck the police
Kitchen I’m peaking through blinds
Pray that the real never leave
Pray for the ones telling lies
Balance the drink with the pain
Still I’m moving steady through the game
It ain’t no fake in my bones
It ain’t no fake in my veins