Daniel Son - Flash Compressors
[Verse 1]
Load the track, let me go attack
They know it's crack
Funny thing is I been holdin back
From the ave to the cul-de-sac
War vet with the badges on the shoulder pads
Know the facts
Rule 1: never talk with the officers
Undercovers on the rooftop with binoculars (I see you)
Try knockin us, catch us doing f**in work
Thinkin bout it makes my stomach hurt
What's the word?
f** you talkin about
I ain't come to talk it out
Need a million dollars before I let a hostage out
Stash the cheddar
Ralph tag the sweater
My girl's DD's stash Beretta's
Flash compressor
I'll take the product but the cash is better
I pa** the test when I crash the Tesla
I'm the mad professor
Off the Heineken
Product we providin it
On top of the supplier
While his daughter plays the violin (sounds good)
[Hook x2]
Live again with the dope that's inside the stem
Drive the Benz, the window tint 5 percent
Die to win, my people drop timeless gems
From TO to UK how far the crime extends
[Verse 2]
Courtside, got the residency
Lo Sport, sh** never is cheap
Got bread for the team
With the vision that you never could see
Don't say a word let the evidence speak
It's for the reverend to preach
Lift a finger, get the room service
Pull a tree, make the roots surface
In the coupe searchin (for what?)
For the zombies who be tryin to make a new purchase
I'm the truth, and the truth hurt em
New fire got the roof burnin
Leave the spot with 2 virgins
Light the blunt, swervin in the blue German
That's a Volkswagen
Your girl the co-captain
f** a 9-to-5
I'm tryin to go platinum
It could work
First I roll a spliff full of purp
I get lifted while I'm sittin in church
It gets worse
Your girl's lipstick on my shirt
The pen waves
It was a gift from the curse
This was a gift from the Kurse
[Hook x2]