[Intro]
Yeah, yo

[Hook]
Hit the lab tech, the TRS
How you get to make it this old, you be so stressed
I recall facing fresh road
Whippin' through the desert hours 'til we reach the nightfall
Let's toast to the moon shapes of the nightfall

[Verse]
The sky look granite when you know it's time to let go
Through the depths of steel silence, n***as heard an echo (echo)
Runnin' to the dubplate, scratch it
Took it to the strip, on a self care day
I don't bare pain for longer than I had to carry weight
If you tried to match it thеn, my n***a, you would suffocate
Mama, it's a deadly game of work, Imma bе okay
Don't you try to play me for a fool, I'll reciprocate
And I came with a couple tools, bitch, to demonstrate
The play way past
Brand new Chargers charging to the game
Work hard, that you pray you catch a second break

[Hook]
I hit the lab tech, the TRS
How you make it this old when you be so stressed
I recall facing fresh road
Rippin' through the desert hours 'til we reach the nightfall
Let's toast to the moon shapes of the nightfall
Yeah, I hit the lab tech, the TRS