Yeah, uh)
[Hook]
Side shots, keep the heat on the waist, never frontin' the spot
They throwin' shade in the dark but I move like a y,n,—on the clock
Side shots, whisper wars, silent wars, plot to the top
I duck, I weave, chess not checkers, every counter a shot
[Verse 1]
I’m paintin’ little pictures with the pen, call it bullet art,
One-liners ricochet, heartbreak to the chart,
They talkin' street chess, I move knights in the dark,
You aim for the crown, I aim for the heart—target mark.
Side shots from the sideline, stab with a tweet,
Keyboard commando, but face-to-face defeat,
I’m currency heavy, they pocket change in the seat,
Count up the commas, then bury the beat.
Flex mosaic—tile by tile, empire stance,
You try to bite my shine, I bite back with advance,
They low-key prayin’ on my loss, romance with mishap,
I high-key manifest, blueprint, no mishap.
Haters in the hallway, whisper like wind chimes,
I ghost their whole squad, vanish — Houdini times,
They sipin' for clout, I cook in the prime,
Recipe: hustle, salt, pepper, and grind.
[Hook]
Side shots, keep the heat on the waist, never frontin' the spot
They throwin' shade in the dark but I move like a y,n,—on the clock
Side shots, whisper wars, silent wars, plot to the top
I duck, I weave, chess not checkers, every counter a shot
[Verse 2]
Seen 'em wink at my downfall, covert like low beams,
Plot thickens in the cut, silent like wet jeans,
I lace up my verbs, hop in my verbs, drive past dreams,
Speed read the room, speed freak the seams.
They tap my line with baited hooks, fish for confessions,
I send back silence, built-in discretion, no sessions,
These little lines they toss, cheap darts in sessions,
My armor custom-made—bulletproof lessons.
I floss like credit scores, climb while they snooze,
They playin' checkers, I’m three moves ahead with the bruise,
Side shots like echoes, cheap noise, bad news,
I convert that static into soundtracks and cues.
Win in whispers, flex in a stanza, it's lyrical pickpocket,
Steal your thunder politely, then pocket your socket,
They want my lane, but not the pain or the docket,
I sign my own fate, autopilot, no lock it.
[Bridge — ad-libs, staccato]
Uh—whisper, whisper (brrt)
Side shot—missed (skrrt)
Move silent—list (yeah)
Karma—takes a blitz (check)
[Hook / Outro]
Side shots, keep the heat on the waist, never frontin' the spot
They throwin' shade in the dark but I move like a y,n,—on the clock
Side shots, whisper wars, silent wars, plot to the top
I duck, I weave, chess not checkers, every counter a shot
(Last line)
They aim for my silence, I answer with profit—side shots cost.
Porque music
See you when I see you
Ya know I love money!
Shots!
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