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*