SIGNAL DEATH Lyrics

Live from the hate

Crying in the safe now

Diamonds in the face, dying, it's a race

Time for the takedown

I'm alive, I escaped

Can we turn the bass loud?

Right time, wrong place

Right highs, wrong chase

I'm alive, you can see it in my face

Live from the hate

Crying in the safe now

Diamonds in the face, dying, it's a race

Time for the takedown

I'm alive, I escaped

Can we turn the bass loud?

Right time, wrong place

Right highs, wrong chase

I'm alive, you can see it in my face

I might Uber to the booth cause I been locked in, I popped out

I'm at DSMNY, I copped shit and walked out

Everything is archive, I look an argyle

Baby these the lost files, smoking out the skyrise

Thirty racks is piled high, took the fucking roof off

I been into Sci-Fis, fuck whatever you saw

Bitches got no wifi, lagging off a two bar

Keep him on the sidelines, I been goin too hard

I been doing so well

He wanted to be me so he ridin on my coattails

Flying out to O'Hare

I just touched down for the first time in 1 year

Why'd she meet me here like I was flying for her rude ass?

Bag full of money with a suitcase

Baby boy, we ain't shooting like it's 2K

I don't make decisions, I do whatever the crew say

Uh, yeah, what the crew say

In a Benz and I'm looking at the stars on it

Whip quiet and it sound like a guitar strumming

Girl quiet, we ain't smoking til the car's runnin

Murdered tires, you can't see em til the sun's up

Everything is out the safe, tell em shut up

Prada pants, Prada chestplate too

Proud of him, mama proud that I do this too

I'm bouta do everything that I predicted to do, yeah

Babe there's levels to this shit, I been thumbing through the racks

I been home all day and I still ain't text her back

I been DOA, I ain't walking out the grave

Everything I done I said, better listen when I say

In the process, bitch

Left my keys at the house cause we locked in, bitch

Every C when I count cause I'm god damn rich

Everybody in the way, in my crosshairs, bitch

Bitch, I'm a fucking popstar

Meet me at the show, I ain't walking to your residence

Backstage at the show and I'm countin dead presidents

Meet me at the show, I ain't walking to your residence

Backstage at the show and I'm countin dead presidents

Pr-pr-presidents

Money spread look like turf, on my arm

Touch the fire you get burnt, oh my god

Set this shit off like a firework, set it off

Set it off, yeah

In a Benz and I'm looking at the stars on it

Whip quiet and it sound like a guitar strumming

Girl quiet, we ain't smoking til the car's runnin

Murdered tires, you can't see em til the sun's up

Everything is out the safe, tell em shut up (Radio)

Prada pants, Prada chestplate too

Proud of him, mama proud that I do this too

I'm bouta do everything that I predicted to do, yeah