[Intro]
That's right, you right, that's-that's-that's-that's
You not listenin', that's what it is

[Verse 1: Santana Fox]
This that sixth sense, conscious you can't fake
Even when we speakin' long distance so we go our separate ways
Keep this here in mind
'Cause first impressions last forever, I'm sure
My foes be stronger than them frequencies whoever endure
But what's the rush, homie, off the baddest chick in the club
Just by the way my body been movin' across this room, these n***as know they standin' in the true
Presеnce of greatness, keep that calm hazе
As I plotted my escape, there's just somethin' 'bout the chase

[Chorus: Boldy James]
I heard them n***as run is off, must be out of shape
Usually, it's the thrill of the chase but this is not the case
Stars on the ceiling of the Wraith, feel like we out of space
All of this money in my safe, I'm runnin' out of space
Catchin' bags with hard yay, every half is four eights
This for my mans in Norway, hidin' out in The States
'Cause in my rap cookbook, paragraphs is gourmet
You pair about five thousand the plug

[Verse 2: Santana Fox]
Swerve through the sunset out in Cali is all I'm thinkin' about
I'm rarely pressin' over these n***as, I just pass 'em around
You schemin' bitches keep on hatin', pressin' luck in your song
Back and forth, y'all gon' be pacin' by the end of this song
Or y'all courage tell me why your chicken head won't test me
Don't you know I keep the MAC-10 as my bestie?
Shorty come in handy like a shot to a rookie, so please don't push me
Heard you all rap bitches pussy
I take the leads and bring shit back to how it should be
Now that's a celebration, RIP whoever's favorite
Fresh up out the bliss, I'm sorry for the wait, don't grow impatient
My scripture bleed through pages, defecatin' on weak conversation
What I prescribe for fragrance, hard to lace, you can't replace it
I lurked through shadows in the darkness
That feeling that you get over your chest while you grow nauseous
My heart get colder than ice, can't shake that Lilith complex
Get trapped in through my wings
[Chorus: Boldy James]
I heard them n***as run is off, must be out of shape
Usually, it's the thrill of the chase but this is not the case
Stars on the ceiling of the Wraith, feel like we out of space
All of this money in my safe, I'm runnin' out of space
Catchin' bags with hard yay, every half is four eights
This for my mans in Norway, hidin' out in The States
'Cause in my rap cookbook, paragraphs is gourmet
You pair about five thousand the plug, no doubt, kid

[Outro]
That's right, you right, that's-that's-that's-that's
You not listenin', that's what it is

[Skit: Prodigy]
We not show off n***as, we not none of this shit
We real n***as, n***a
Come test us, anytime you want
We got a show May 12th, at the Best Buy theater, you know what I'm sayin'? NYC
We'll be out there
You know what I'm sayin'
Come buy your ticket, get your
You know how Mobb Deep do it son
We don't play that shit, son
We just do music, we havin' fun
And we walk a straight line
And a n***a come crossin' that straight line
You gon' get run the fuck over
Straight up and down, son
We ain't out— We don't make no detours and U turns
We walk a straight line, son, you know what I'm sayin'?
Straight to success, we got tunnel visions, ya heard?
And we going straight to success
To end of the world, you know what I'm sayin'?
And anybody cross our street
You gon' get run the fuck over
You better watch before you cross the street, son
Straight up and down
So you know, back this shit, let's go