In The Matrix

[Intro]
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt
Yeah
Give me a second
Yeah
Panoramic
Yeah

[Chorus]
Hop in the whip and I'm faded
Whip so fast, think a nigga in the Matrix (Skrrt, skrrt)
Nigga, we came from the block, straight from the box (Yeah)
We in the crib, it's vacant (We gone, skrrt, skrrt)
All this gas in my lungs, all these guns, just a nigga tryna make it (Grrt)
I really be with the Slimes, you ain't my kind, stop with the fakin' (Bah, bah, bah, boom)

[Verse]
We be creepin' through the projects
Run up big bands, not enough yet (Yeah)
Got these lil' niggas upset
When the tape drop, give 'em more strеss (Uh, uh)
I just keep on getting more blessеd (Uh, uh)
Got the Gucci Prada, I ain't wore yet (Yeah)
I be fuckin' up a big check, on a big jet with the door shut (Let's go)
They still ain't put me on the Forbes yet
Roof panoramic, make a toast to that (We gone)
He get shot, he get close to that (Grrt)
AK 40, with the drum attached (Grrah)
Spin the Benz, where he posted at?
Nigga want clout, we tired of that (We tired of that)
She let me hit with no strings attached (With no strings attached)
Coupe all black, paid for cash for that (Paid for cash for that, woah)
Skrtt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (Woah)
He wanna fight, we blast his ass (Yeah)
Nigga just mad I passed his ass
Same nigga they was laughing at (Woah)
Act like we homies, his actin' ass (Oh, no)
We got the dope we tax his ass (Damn)
I'ma still be here after that
We go broke, we back to that, yeah

[Bridge]
Damn, come here, nigga
We go broke, we back to that (Skrrt)
Gun go, "Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt"
Nigga keep tryin' to remember my raps (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Me runnin' out of this money, that's cap
I got a pocket of hunnids in blues (Skrtt, skrrt)
King of my city, put me on the news (Skrrt, skrrt)
I run to the bag, ain't tryna be cool (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus]
Hop in the whip and I'm faded
Whip so fast, think a nigga in the Matrix (Skrrt, skrrt)
Nigga, we came from the block, straight from the box
We in the crib, it's vacant (It's gone, skrrt, skrrt)
All this gas in my lungs, all these guns, just a nigga tryna make it
I really be with the Slimes, you ain't my kind, stop with the fakin' (Goddamn)

[Outro]
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt (Yeah)
Skr-skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt (Yeah, skrrt, skrrt)
He-he wanna fight, we blast his ass
Nigga just mad I passed his ass
Same nigga they was laughing at
Act like we homies, his actin' ass
We got the dope, we tax his ass
I'ma still be here after that
We go broke, we back to that, yeah (Yeah)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt (Yeah)
Skr-skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt (Yeah)
Skrrt, skrrt