Shibuya transfer

Lyrics

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 I don't wanna play the show unless the bag right Runnin' through the cold, I'll freeze by the last light And this shit been getting 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 getting your way And I'm praying for my brodiе 'cause he stuck in a trap And you stuck in the way Had to givе myself a minute to recover the act, huh I can't find another way [Verse] I got blood in the sink and it run through my arms It could take you five seconds just to learn who we are 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 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 coming Essentia no Fiji You might be dumb, you ain't 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 having fun, hold up If my brodie in the clear, then I'm in the clear, I'ma make the play right with him And you ain't really from Atlanta, you from Indiana, you can go and sit right with 'em And I'm sitting 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 You a poser, you not cool, not punk, huh, not punk at all I'm just waiting for you to drop the ball, 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, ayy You ain't 'bout to slide, not no ride-or-dieYou a good-ass kid just sitting behind a screen, that's alrightYou keep using that ego, act like you advising me, alright Alright, hold up [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 I don't wanna play the show unless the bag right Runnin' through the cold, I'll freeze by the last light And this shit been getting 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 getting your way And I'm praying 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