Yeah
Getting the signal?
Bang bang
Let's get it, bang bang
We're never broken
Right, right
Ten cents
To ten thousands
Bang bang
Ayy
We're never broken
Ten thousand hours
Hours
Only focus on hours
Hours
We stand tall like towers
Towers
One fold like you cowards
Cowards
Ten thousand hours
Ten thousand hours
Only focus on hours
Hours
We stand tall like towers
Ayy
One fold like you cowards
Get it
Mainstream,
just be fuckin' liars Main team we spit and fire
Knock knock,
can't tone any flyers Pure dope,
seems to be fire
Grand theft auto,
similar priors Left all that in the past,
see the tire
Still rollin' like a worn out tire Still ballin' instead,
it's tire
Still fallin' but ain't finna quit
See here to raise bars and not retire
You here to make it or die Tryin' here,
sellin' dope,
we not fuckin'
buyers Referring to music, big giants
Hell bent on grinding,
me a true liar Yeah,
see they see they mock us
We do collide with the repeat Thanos or Goliath,
push comes to shove
I'm clutch,
I'm dev in the back and down No fuckin' bias
Yeah,
touch me or mine We break in silence,
ready to spark
Ready to fight,
ready to rise Just me,
my trites,
and I we
Fear no fuckin' triumph Holy trinity, be a piece
And all these motherfuckin' tyrants Yeah,
motherfuckin' tyrants
Yeah,
see a menace with a pen when it rains On the mic,
switching priceless gems
Y'all gotta break in the gist Even though it's hard to fuckin' digest
This whole *'s not gonna make sense No matter the circumstances
Young Billy and his deli man With his stance and his tenses
Never hesitating of a mistaking Answer again,
giving glances
Confidence will take us anywhere we in * your mansions
Three folds,
lifeless,
ain't a second Like the creative assassins
Billy just a shaking, did I miss him?
Just a shaking
Billy Brooklyn will forever hold its head in the back
Never just a kid from his own dark
years Never said what this guy had done
Just when your fellow was put together On
a level that your elevator can't reach ever
On top of this tower,
we're about to know Emperor
Ain't no coward,
just believe in myself and my power
Subliminals,
I let em slide Criminal don't wanna ruin your cover
Yeah,
bunch of pussies,
bunch of fuckin' cowards Bunch of pussies,
bunch of fuckin' cowards
Swelling down,
feeling sour,
feeling down,
feeling sour,
feeling so
Wow,
wow,
wow,
yeah,
fake indignity And don't prowess in front of people
And their mirrors,
front and mask Their fears and their motherfuckin' errors
Yeah,
for a dime,
they even sold their mothers Get the
bitch about my garden and my flowers
But hey,
they just some hoes,
just some hoes Yeah,
take a step back in the deep throat
C4,
CXY,
motherfuckers Billy Boy Fina howl up over their heads with these bars
Like a robot,
rap game,
you only know it is Ben Bowie
Go labs,
finna relapse,
after I'm done I'm the son of a gun,
I'm the one of a one
I'm a bag of ton of tens and ten of tens And I'm the one that,
one that,
finna run up
the game Run up the game,
I'm here with all my boys
Yeah so close, yeah so far So close, yeah so far
Ten thousand hours,
only fuckers don't hours Yeah,
ten thousand hours