wired in

Heroes never die for a price

2000 Radio

I know we not built the same (Built the same)

I'm wired in, bitch, I feel like I'm really Lain

Beauty:Beast bag, we got different tastes (Different tastes)

Pockets on swole and I swear yours be looking tame

Bored as a bitch, I ain't playing games (Playing games)

Smoking this Za' so I swear that I stay insane

He wearing Fendi, that boy a lame (Boy a lame)

2047 on me, I'ma make it rain

I'm in New York and I'm speeding through traffic

He talking that shit, but his ho' automatic

Just copped a G-Shock, I don't fuck with no Patek

His song finna flop, now he acting dramatic

I'm talking my shit, 'cause I ain't problematic

I step in a party, these hoes get ecstatic

He jugging my swag, he ain't get the schematic

Got dumped by his ho', now that shit is traumatic

D&G on me, ain't talking no Drain

But I'm still finna speed through the red light

I walk around with a whole lotta racks

If that boy wanna scrap then it's on sight

He was just talking so crazy on gang

They pulled up to his crib, he a deer in the headlights

Oh, that's your shawty, I think that she be choosing

'Cause she hit me up and she want me like all night

I told her, "No, I don't want her"

And she was like, "Damn, I ain't know how you felt"

Now I don't fuck with my sons

And I hate 'em, I think I should cop me a belt

And he talking to me like we cool or sum'

He don't know all the shit that I've dealt with

And he talking too crazy, he playing with fire

If he get too close, he get melted

I tell 'em, "Get off my dick" (Get off my dick)

I tell 'em, "Get off my dick" (Get off my dick)

I tell 'em, "Get off my dick" (Get off my dick)

I'm with my— (Get off my dick)

I'm with my gang, we too lit

Helix, you know that we up

And you know that I know I'm the shit

I got good matcha in my cup

I got these clothes they don't know about

He wanted smoke so he finding out

And I'm too up, I ain't coming down

Hysteric on me, I don't fuck with these clowns