SAFE X2

[Verse 1: Dom McLennon] Niggas love lying for respect, uh I'm too busy running to the check, uh Had to get this bag to take a step, uh Imma start the beginning of this trek, uh When I speak I never second guess Stacking up these Visa's at the border, playing chess Pass all the check, I put some pep up in my step Never ever satis'd so you better come correct [Verse 2: Merlyn Wood] I don't rap for the white POV I say "niggas" so my niggas know it's me I nearly crashed, add on to my assets on the last This onе not for the cash This like catch a drink, cheap likе Georgia Fresh hot and black like Folgers Ocean in my foyer, gotta open Make her wear it everyday I woke up [Verse 3: Dom McLennon] It may not be in the stars like NASA Twenty bands, down to stare and don't fast for' My ring glist' like a natural disaster Break it down like a compound fraction My minus sign is moving like a nuclear reactor Experiences captured for the men who reach together Numbers in my phone again, but that does not matter Cut the chatter if it ain't about all of the ounces [Verse 4: Matt Champion] I ain't worried bout the others, cause they ain't me I ain't worried bout tomorrow, cause todays here I ain't trippin bout the past, cause it made me I ain't worried bout a bag, cause I'm makin' If I wasn't makin' nothing good to know I know you love me Safe to say I'm walkin' down the street like I'm royalty You should feel the same, step up into movin' royally Keep my private life private, they don't even know it's me [Refrain: Kevin Abstract & Matt Champion] This one not for the straights This for my niggas that come in third place This for my niggas that addicted to the baby They ain't got enough bread to try to keep they mama safe, safe Shimmy shimmy, gimme zip like Make some money let it split like, *frrrr* Kamikaze, lay it on my face Hear the phone vibrate, innit *brrrr* [Verse 5: Kevin Abstract] I'm the fire man Hangin' from a wire, man Yo, rippin up the fire, damn I ain't got no Iron Man Fuckin like I'm Iron Man Hit 'em with a frying pan Think I could retire, man These albums is my lifespan Work ethic Weezy F. but still ain't got no Yeezys yet Niggas treat me like I ain't shit Go head, need to take a breath? Go head, let the speed rest [Outro: bearface] Cha-ching I don't get sick of the sound You might get run out of town Like a flight boy, we inbound Turn that smile to a frown Cha-ching I don't get sick of the sound You might get run out of town Like a flight boy, we inbound Turn that smile to a frown *whistle*