Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crisis
Crisis
Performer
ETO
ETO
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carl Urban
Carl Urban
Songwriter
Alvin Olavarria
Alvin Olavarria
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Crisis
Crisis
Producer

Lyrics

Ain't no money on the table, then there's nothing moving. I don't do consignment.
DNA of a king but got the temper of a tyrant Ain't no talking, step into my square, I'm
firing. Born in the jungle, I was raised in a lion's
den. Set trends, never pretend. Them frauds can never
contend, with the champ. The people saying one eight
seven is him. Can't get you, then the wolves are spraying
your kin. I drop, it's like a soldier pulled out a
grenade pin. Kamikaze in the booth. Andretti in the
coup. Wick when I shoot, all headshots.
Dreadnought mercenary, trained on Bronx blocks.
Spin through my hood, get left laying flat on the black top.
A team leader. You just a team mascot in costume.
They got you acting tough, but that's not you.
I can see the truth, real recognize fake. This that shit that make it hot and raise the crime rate.
Talk is cheap, but bet it could cost you.
Watch what you say, cause them words could haunt you. If you owe in these streets, they won't show no love. Wolves find where you sleep, make you pay in blood.
Nah, nah, nah, this ain't that. This where that wrist gang pack and the pimp cane sat. The love is real. If you let it go and it
came back, let it leave and she could make amends when
it rains black. Catch the breeze. He lost wind. E all
in. They saw me bleed. I just wanna see y'all
win. On Godly speed. Guard up, feet on ten.
That's all we need, hard luck breed strong men.
You talking to one of the strongest who been the weakest.
The one who held on for the longest and hid the secrets.
It won't make sense to the God till the sinner preaches.
We need more little Eto's and bigger Meeches. I been staying down, they said my run is over.
How? When
I don't use red top to cut the coca. Meet me at the table, send him a mimosa.
I bet on a few Nas', against a hundred Hova's ****.
Talk is cheap, but bet it could cost you.
Watch what you say, cause them words could haunt you. If you owe in these streets, they won't show no love. Wolves find where you sleep, make you pay in blood.
Written by: Alvin Olavarria, Carl Urban
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