Flash Compressors

Daniel Son - Flash Compressors

[Verse 1]
Load the track, let me go attack
They know it's crack
Funny thing is I been holdin back
From the ave to the cul-de-sac
War vet with the badges on the shoulder pads
Know the facts
Rule 1: never talk with the officers
Undercovers on the rooftop with binoculars (I see you)
Try knockin us, catch us doing fuckin work
Thinkin bout it makes my stomach hurt
What's the word?
Fuck you talkin about
I ain't come to talk it out
Need a million dollars before I let a hostage out
Stash the cheddar
Ralph tag the sweater
My girl's DD's stash Beretta's
Flash compressor
I'll take the product but the cash is better
I pass the test when I crash the Tesla
I'm the mad professor
Off the Heineken
Product we providin it
On top of the supplier
While his daughter plays the violin (sounds good)

[Hook x2]
Live again with the dope that's inside the stem
Drive the Benz, the window tint 5 percent
Die to win, my people drop timeless gems
From TO to UK how far the crime extends

[Verse 2]
Courtside, got the residency
Lo Sport, shit never is cheap
Got bread for the team
With the vision that you never could see
Don't say a word let the evidence speak
It's for the reverend to preach
Lift a finger, get the room service
Pull a tree, make the roots surface
In the coupe searchin (for what?)
For the zombies who be tryin to make a new purchase
I'm the truth, and the truth hurt em
New fire got the roof burnin
Leave the spot with 2 virgins
Light the blunt, swervin in the blue German
That's a Volkswagen
Your girl the co-captain
Fuck a 9-to-5
I'm tryin to go platinum
It could work
First I roll a spliff full of purp
I get lifted while I'm sittin in church
It gets worse
Your girl's lipstick on my shirt
The pen waves
It was a gift from the curse
This was a gift from the Kurse

[Hook x2]