Beep Stop

Yeah, I'm on the jumpin, just entered orbit days ago
Fosho, foreal
The voices of the city don't sleep, put holy water on the name
Doesn't respond to anonymous messages (yeah)
If today I'm with all my homies (yeah, yeah)

What's out of the sensor is beep, stop, beep, return
Beep, stop, beep, return
Beep, stop, beep, return
Beep, stop, beep, yeah

Today the crew looks like the city, full of light
Today the pocket is heavy, full of moss
Everything paid, everything paid, the wedding is tight
This shit looks like a mess

Shawties jumping like frogs
And the guys with guilty faces
Haters looking for a vacant moment
Trying to catch that soul and make holes

They think a guy is nice
I'm just constantly playing dumb
True, tinoni doesn't come anymore
Turbo, wouldn't catch me either

Jumped from the room to an aerial
Today I'm looking at the screen like: Seriously?
Always talking about nationality
Just say you don't want to give out the awards

They want to deny again, don't want to give, I receive
I woke up at 14, they only woke up early
They said: That's the price of being who you are
If you're going to continue, get used to the voices of the—

City don't sleep (woah)
Put holy water on the name (yeah-yeah)
Doesn't respond to anonymous messages (t-x)
If today I'm with all my homies (yeah-yeah)

What's out of the sensor is beep, stop, beep, return
Beep, stop, beep, return
Beep, stop, beep, return
Beep, stop, beep, yeah

I want all the fake on the other side of the line
Didn't even need to spend what I said
Many acquaintances hitting on me
I handle it like wis, yeah, either you're real, or you're real

Here, that's the deal, give me that holy water
The throat lights up the vision, now I see the day better
God is my guide, new spot in life (aah)
Even photography, aight

73 yeah (mafia) we the gang, we the gang
We want everything and it's clear
Celebrate what I have today
But it's nothing if it's not shared

Tasting a new wine with my baby giving me affection
I'm so far that the evil that follows me
Probably gets lost on the way
I know the shortcuts to fame

And to mud, it all ends up at the same mill
So I keep my foot on the ladder
And don't use my ears to see, because the voices of the city—

Yeah, God bless my path and my people's
Yeah, what's out of the sensor is beep
Yeah, beep, beep, yeah, beep, yeah