Shibuya transfer versuri

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[Intro]
Phew, phew (Hold up, yeah)

[Chorus]
Told ‘em, „You can take a quick step, watch your tone, gotta act right”
It don’t matter to a soul about your past life (Take off)
I don’t wanna play the show unless the bag right
Runnin’ through the cold, I’ll freeze by the last light (Hold up, what?)
And this shit been gettin’ old, no question (No question)
Had the keys to the door, I was destined (F-for it)
We the first round picks, we the bestest
Bitch, I’m the teacher, you just an apprentice (TMS, TMS)
Hold up, ayy, yeah
Runnin’ through, runnin’ through like I don’t got a head (Hold up, yeah)
Tryna change the outcome, tryna find an еscape (Oh yeah)
You can whine likе a kid, ‘cause you ain’t gettin’ your way (Huh, yeah)
And I’m prayin’ for my brodie ‘cause he stuck in a trap (Oh yeah)
And you stuck in the way (Oh yeah)
Had to give myself a minute to recover the act, huh (The act)
I can’t find another way (Fuck)

[Verse]
I got blood in the sink and it run through my arms (Through my arms)
It could take you five seconds just to learn who we are (Huh, yeah)
I don’t gotta feel ashamed about a thing, I played my cards right
Look at what we did, I told my bro it’s gon’ be alright (TMS, TMS)
Pop out like a bungee
It’s you people, they all want somethin’ from me
Hit D9 up, I’m with Crunchy
I can’t fuck with these boys ‘cause they smell too grungy
I’m way too— huh, yeah, hold up
I’m way too fly, it was me, Rek and Pz’
Folks had an ego with me, it’s easy to see, but when I went up they wan’ see me
It could just take us a sec, make him make believe when brodie pop out with the geezy
One of the prettiest out, the flyest you know, I’m comin’ Essentia, no Fiji
You might be dumb (Oh yeah), you ain’t one of the ones (One of the ones)
You signed a deal for like 200K, then lost, ‘cause you jumped the gun
I hit my lil’ bro up for the bank, ask him, „What’s good? Which one?”
I came in CDG black, and new Watanabe, I’m just havin’ fun (Havin’ fun), hold up
If my brodie in the clear, then I’m in the clear, I’ma make the play right with him (Hold up, yeah)
And you ain’t really from Atlanta, you from Indiana, you can go and sit right with ‘em (TMS)
And I’m sittin’ in the back, tryna find a groove, tryna find a way to find a rhythm
When I get in my bag, it’s done, it’s done (TMS, TMS)
You a poser, you not cool, not punk, huh, not punk at all
I’m just waitin’ for you to drop the ball (Huh, yeah, yeah), I’m way too hot
But I won’t wait up, for real, for you to fall
Give me a second, yeah, give me a minute, yeah, give me a second to call (Huh, yeah), ayy
You ain’t ‘bout to slide (Slide), not no ride-or-die (Die, die)
You a good-ass kid just sittin’ behind a screen, that’s alright
You keep using that ego, act like you advising me, alright (Alright)
Alright (Alright, alright), hold up

[Chorus]
Told ‘em, „You can take a quick step, watch your tone, gotta act right” (Yeah)
It don’t matter to a soul about your past life (Yeah, yeah)
I don’t wanna play the show unless the bag right (TMS)
Runnin’ through the cold, I’ll freeze by the last light (TMS, TMS, TMS)
And this shit been gettin’ old, no question
Had the keys to the door, I was destined
We the first round picks, we the bestest
Bitch, I’m the teacher, you just an apprentice
Hold up, ayy, yeah
Runnin’ through, runnin’ through like I don’t got a head
Tryna change the outcome, tryna find an escape
You can whine like a kid, ‘cause you ain’t gettin’ your way
And I’m prayin’ for my brodie ‘cause he stuck in a trap
And you stuck in the way
Had to give myself a minute to recover the act, huh
I can’t find another way