pep ​ovine hall

[Intro]
Ooh
It's fine, clearly got to you, everywhere [?]
Beautiful, I just hope it means something
Ooh

[Pre-Chorus]
While the silver still slow, the crest is still holy
You should throw it up, I mean it, throw it up
Oh, and every place we go, they already know it's us
They already know that it's

[Chorus]
Us, it's us, it's us
It's really us, it's never them
Every time I think about 'em, I just interlock my hands
​slowsilver general, the first one in command
I can show a thousand pictures, you just wouldn't underst— ([?]; s-s-s-slowsilver03; read it and weep, aha)

[Verse 1]
I was outside posted with the mob, like shit
"Only woman that I love is my mom," type shit
"But I brought this fame, I came along," type shit
"If you need anything, I'll make a call," type shit
"​ovine hall," type shit, "I'm the boss," type shit
"They make songs," type shit, "I just talk," type shit
I just—