Lyrics

[Verse 1: MIKE] Yeah And I ain't never runnin' with the snakes Man, you better watch your hand you taking nothing from my plate All I got is this Metro and these problems that I face Feeling hollow and decayed as I'm walking through the cater I been feeling lost and misplaced, cause I been chasing after paper Evading from the fake ones, and you been damaging my soul And I don't need no cannabis to grow, also I ain't wanna cross you Find your ankles on the road, and inside I feel a void I cannot hand your ass a home It's so hard to face the fact that I'm alone I be walking through these streets until the cracking of my bones I'm a- I'm a hard hitter, sharp shooter, the stars glitter, the harsh winter I'm a- I'm a hard hitter, sharp shooter, the stars glitter, the harsh winter Harsh winter [Verse 2: Adé Hakim] Yeah, yeah, yeah Went to- went to- yeah Went to New York, I entered this sport to pin ya, to floss I came up out of town with MIKE, to bring you some noise (bring you some noise) Not a fake, man you a choice, I gotta say, my ass in hot lava Saving the pennies boy, and I can't avoid the days I can't see joy I'm boutta pull out fancy toys, trigger the manly voice Nigga, hard hitter, sharp shooter when stars glitter, my skin turn pale in these harsh winters [Verse 3: Caleb Giles] I see em' slither in my path, no breaks on the road From the cold, running past, all my foes, with my strength Through the lows, with the gas Yeah, I see em' slither- I see em' slither in my path, no breaks on the road From the cold, running past, all my foes, with my strength Through the lows, with the gas Yeah