Covered In Chrome

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Illy] Yeah They love to tell me "stick to music," I tell 'em "kiss my grits to your bruised lips" Wicks burn quick when the fuse lit [?] comes with whole lot of soul, guess the shoe fits No respect for brute strength, gotta use wits Switch POVs, 'cause you don't go just walkin' in shoes that's meant for your feet Don't wanna be too big for my boots and don't wanna preach Don't wanna put my foot in my mouth whenever I speak Don't wanna tiptoe round, pussyfoot to appease So sit down, listen Stand up for what you believe in and make difference, yeah High horses, Lord, we seen enough [?] change in so long it's like the stream been bufferin', so Get yours, I got mine Run with it or get stuck in crossfire Shout out to the haters, baby, love ya long time But fuck your DMs, what you sayin' offline, huh? [Pre-Chorus 1: Illy] Shit, what you sayin' offline, huh? 'Cause I'ma put it like this Put it out there, we just don't care Freeze, put your hands in the air, Hell fuck yeah [Chorus: Luke Boerdam & Illy] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh, shit, that's right lil' bitch Not many, if any, gon' do it like this [Verse 2: Nerve] Late night, eyes heavy, bittersweet Like I'm fallin' off a cliff but I'm still landin' on my feet 'Cause I got business to attend to and I'm handlin' it, g We tryna get this money up so families can eat Altercations made me think 'am I the man I wanna be?' And we just met, now I'm drunk and she got her hands all in my jeans And then I wake up covered in your makeup We just part ways another day after the same drug My mama told me Jesus loved me and it's all good But I been watchin' Earth burn like Moses with the bush They rewrite our country's history then closin' up the book And say it's all good, but we know you some posers, you some crooks But what do I know? We're just some millennials with some high hopes Tryna catch a buzz up on this microphone Ever since the days of drinking Milo and smokin' darts at the BI-LO I've been 'bout this shit, they about the clout but don't know how to live [Pre-Chorus 2: Nerve & Illy] And if they don't know how to live then we show 'em Fuck a suit and tie, I'm lookin' for a river I can throw 'em in Put it out there, we just don't care Freeze, put your hands in the air, Hell fuck yeah [Chorus: Luke Boerdam & Illy] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh, shit, that's right lil' bitch Not many, if any, gon' do it like this [Verse 3: JK-47] Bet they wanna see me steppin' off my grind But I won't ever let that pressure undermine me They cannot rewind me, purpose feed the flame and I do not require fame I stay the same and keep my people right beside me Who let me in when I was out and helped me lighten up the load And now we 'bout to find a route, ain't tryna up and go I won't ever leave, learn every lesson Got the message, now I see the shit these people hardly ever see Never let jealousy get to me, let 'em lose sleep Undefeatable like I'm Bruce Lee 24/7 for fifty-two weeks I put in the work Do this music for the youth until I'm put in the dirt Didn't choose it though, feel like it's my destiny Call the booth my kitchen, 'cause you know I got that recipe I don't give a fuck about the world thinkin' less of me I just pray I never let the devil get the best of me Can't fuck with this energy, too big for that bullshit Do it for my baby, ain't no way I let me shoe slip Back then I was clueless, but now I'm on my new shit Feelin' I'm 'bout to be the best to ever do this [Pre-Chorus 3: JK-47 & Illy] Hoppin' on that remix, now we got the people goin' stupid Bet they wanna see a brother lose but the truth is [?] put it out there, we just don't care Freeze, put your hands in the air, Hell fuck yeah [Chorus (Extended): Luke Boerdam & Illy] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh, shit, that's right lil' bitch Not many, if any, gon' do it like this Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh, shit, that's right lil' bitch Not many, if any, gon' do it like this