[Intro: Sample]
It's a code red, lockdown
[Chorus: Pusha T]
I got the summer on lock, and the winter too (winter too)
Let me show you what a winner do (winner do)
Stay stuntin' but you broke, why you frontin'? (why you frontin'?)
We the topic of discussion
Got the summer on lock (on lock), and the winter too (winter too)
Let me show you what a winner do (winner do)
Stay stuntin' but you broke, why you frontin'? (why you frontin'?)
We the topic of discussion, got the summer on lock
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Nigga, I'm so far ahead of my time, I'm 'bout to start another life
You a target, I'll probably blast you twice
Alky rappin' with the passion of Christ
Curveball through the eye of the storm, I am the calm 'fore disaster could strike
The rocks on that watch on that dial gon' shine loud
On you hustlers who out there in brownstones like the Huxtables
Y'all came to be euthanized, I can't be de-humanized
I ain't even human, I'm pane and communion wine
Cruisin' in that Wraith, dawg, like we came to offend haters
Shoot a nigga face off like his neighbor is Tim Taylor
Racketeerin' charge, tennis match in the yard
Y'all can finish that whack shit, then it's back to the gods
I'm in the Maybach right now tryna innovate
I'm too fly, don't try to give me my props, just give me space
Your favorite artist tryna party with Puff
I'm tryna fuck Cardi in a pair of Cartier buffs, what?
It's a code red, lockdown
[Chorus: Pusha T]
I got the summer on lock, and the winter too (winter too)
Let me show you what a winner do (winner do)
Stay stuntin' but you broke, why you frontin'? (why you frontin'?)
We the topic of discussion
Got the summer on lock (on lock), and the winter too (winter too)
Let me show you what a winner do (winner do)
Stay stuntin' but you broke, why you frontin'? (why you frontin'?)
We the topic of discussion, got the summer on lock
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Nigga, I'm so far ahead of my time, I'm 'bout to start another life
You a target, I'll probably blast you twice
Alky rappin' with the passion of Christ
Curveball through the eye of the storm, I am the calm 'fore disaster could strike
The rocks on that watch on that dial gon' shine loud
On you hustlers who out there in brownstones like the Huxtables
Y'all came to be euthanized, I can't be de-humanized
I ain't even human, I'm pane and communion wine
Cruisin' in that Wraith, dawg, like we came to offend haters
Shoot a nigga face off like his neighbor is Tim Taylor
Racketeerin' charge, tennis match in the yard
Y'all can finish that whack shit, then it's back to the gods
I'm in the Maybach right now tryna innovate
I'm too fly, don't try to give me my props, just give me space
Your favorite artist tryna party with Puff
I'm tryna fuck Cardi in a pair of Cartier buffs, what?
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