Hail Bond Lyrics

Guess the security protocol

Has just gone out the window

I'm not the one watching cameras

With criminals acting fickle

Talk about moving in silence

Dropped the ball and it's gone

Get the call when we move

Take the shot

Get the bucket

But watch the water don't spill

But I've been losing my breath

It's just a side effect

Ask if I'm still alive

I tell 'em "barely"

Nothing over easy

I'm just carefree

Licking of the flavour from the ice cream

Acting mad vanilla

Say it with your chest

Voice is kinda shaky

My well think you're cold

Knowing pretty well that's just the way it goes

It's pure lava in my arteries

Lately I've been hella proud of me

In my baby photos, see a prodigy

Girls checking for me like calories

Cook the beat for clean navigation

So I snap every time

Every pocket deep

My memo will blind if you sneak a peak

I'm the type of nigga that be raising ratings

Ground shift when I land

A crater

You're about to get an ultimatum

You're about to be a nigga faded

And imma be another nigga's Fader

I've been swerving on the ink you painted

Got a problem, you'll be incubated

I don't really got a lot of patience

There's too much talking

When I'm hibernating

So, if life's a movie

We don't choose what we speak

Every face follow suit

James Bond

Hail God

Yeah

I could probably use more sleep

Beneficial for my seams

Slowly ripping at my dreams

These my jeans for the week

James Bond

Yeah

New face

James Bond

Life's the baddest

Don't you blow it

You don't get no second date

She a savage and she show it

Fix yourself a second plate before you go

'Cos you not coming back

At least for now that's facts

So best believe I'm going hard

Sprinting through my only lap across the map

On the track

Then her ears

Then the stage

I'll be older writing movies having lived every page

I'm bouta crack for real

Call my sh*t wack for real

Stay in the back for real

I never slack so chill

If I go hard imma get it

Beat is so ill

Need a medic

The stuff that I hear is pathetic

How I'm so good?

It's genetics

Look in my bag

What I see?

Just me

Staring at me

Tune my guitar

Get in key

Playing some chords out at sea

Need me long hair for the breeze

Gotta bless me when you sneeze

You up in my grill

Jeez

You still gotta chill

Please

Not going to plan

Not working out

It's all a scam

I'm still in doubt

It's all for the cameras

Focus up

Wear it on my chest

I caught your bluff

Acting punk when you see 'em

Catch the win

Skip the BM

Pull the block out like jenga

Watch that shit collapse

I'm locked up

Imma free him

There's no time

Need to meet him

In the air, let it linger

I'm still caught in traps

Not going to plan

Not working out

It's all a scam

I'm still in doubt

So, if life's a movie

We don't choose what we speak

Every face follow suit

James Bond

Hail God

I could probably use more sleep

Beneficial for my seems

Slowly ripping at my dreams

These my jeans for the week

James Bond