Enemies to the East
Enemies to the West
Enemies to the South
Enemies to the North
Yeah, hold up, my pace
Come on
My pace, slow up, pick it up
Hot pace, you know what
The return of Swag
Chop it up, low key, so what, oh vey, so clutch
My pace, slow up, pick it up
Hot pace
Ayo you claiming you a King
With no qualifications
Claiming you a ting
You none other than basic
Evil side; shape shift
Your mind gone lost in the Matrix
Life in disguise but shit is real I ain't faking
And I ain't paying for no placements
I'll kneel with Kaepernick but he deserve a standing ovation
United States; a divided nation
Text me the drop, pin your location
The block is hot
My homeboy pissin' on probation
Marijuana; her favorite fragrance
Troy, N.Y not Aikman
This my story, his-tory in the making
Pick it up
Hot Pace
My pace, switch it up
Low key, my pace, hold up, hot pace
Hold up
My pace, slow up, pick it up
Hot pace, you know what
The return
Chop it up, low key, so what, oh vey, so clutch
My pace, slow up, pick it up
Hot pace
D Swag
King Slayer
Way Maker
Game Changer
Heir to the Throne
S!LENT R!OT
Airplane Mode
Now my enemies quiet, because they know
I'm all up in my zone
Hot pace, pick it up
Gotta move a little bit quicker
When I got the rock
Babe girl I see your ass getting thicker
3 Seconds on the clock; Hot pace
Face to face with your fate; everyday
Free your mind from that cage; whatever it takes
The universe speaking talking to you (God) if you just speak that slang (Most High)
Listen up, blessings up, give attention; you don't need to pay it up
Nah, lets pray together
Amen, let's stay, let's slay together
Improvise, hot pace
Revolution televised, before our eyes
But you blind oh vey, oh my God
Right before our eyes, but you blind
Oh vey, oh my God
Chop it up, low key
Hot Pace, pick it up
My pace, slow up, pick it up, hot pace
My pace, slow up, pick it up
Hot pace, you know what
The return
Chop it up, low key, so what, oh vey, so clutch
My pace, slow up, pick it up
Hot pace
The return of Swag
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Enemies to the East
Enemies to the West
Enemies to the South
Enemies to the North
Yeah, hold up, my pace
Come on
My pace, slow up, pick it up
Hot pace, you know what
The return of Swag
Chop it up, low key, so what, oh vey, so clutch
My pace, slow up, pick it up
Hot pace
Ayo you claiming you a King
With no qualifications
Claiming you a ting
You none other than basic
Evil side; shape shift
Your mind gone lost in the Matrix
Life in disguise but shit is real I ain't faking
And I ain't paying for no placements
I'll kneel with Kaepernick but he deserve a standing ovation
United States; a divided nation
Text me the drop, pin your location
The block is hot
My homeboy pissin' on probation
Marijuana; her favorite fragrance
Troy, N.Y not Aikman
This my story, his-tory in the making
Pick it up
Hot Pace
My pace, switch it up
Low key, my pace, hold up, hot pace
Hold up
My pace, slow up, pick it up
Hot pace, you know what
The return
Chop it up, low key, so what, oh vey, so clutch
My pace, slow up, pick it up
Hot pace
D Swag
King Slayer
Way Maker
Game Changer
Heir to the Throne
S!LENT R!OT
Airplane Mode
Now my enemies quiet, because they know
I'm all up in my zone
Hot pace, pick it up
Gotta move a little bit quicker
When I got the rock
Babe girl I see your ass getting thicker
3 Seconds on the clock; Hot pace
Face to face with your fate; everyday
Free your mind from that cage; whatever it takes
The universe speaking talking to you (God) if you just speak that slang (Most High)
Listen up, blessings up, give attention; you don't need to pay it up
Nah, lets pray together
Amen, let's stay, let's slay together
Improvise, hot pace
Revolution televised, before our eyes
But you blind oh vey, oh my God
Right before our eyes, but you blind
Oh vey, oh my God
Chop it up, low key
Hot Pace, pick it up
My pace, slow up, pick it up, hot pace
My pace, slow up, pick it up
Hot pace, you know what
The return
Chop it up, low key, so what, oh vey, so clutch
My pace, slow up, pick it up
Hot pace
The return of Swag
Enemies to the West
Enemies to the South
Enemies to the North
Yeah, hold up, my pace
Come on
My pace, slow up, pick it up
Hot pace, you know what
The return of Swag
Chop it up, low key, so what, oh vey, so clutch
My pace, slow up, pick it up
Hot pace
Ayo you claiming you a King
With no qualifications
Claiming you a ting
You none other than basic
Evil side; shape shift
Your mind gone lost in the Matrix
Life in disguise but shit is real I ain't faking
And I ain't paying for no placements
I'll kneel with Kaepernick but he deserve a standing ovation
United States; a divided nation
Text me the drop, pin your location
The block is hot
My homeboy pissin' on probation
Marijuana; her favorite fragrance
Troy, N.Y not Aikman
This my story, his-tory in the making
Pick it up
Hot Pace
My pace, switch it up
Low key, my pace, hold up, hot pace
Hold up
My pace, slow up, pick it up
Hot pace, you know what
The return
Chop it up, low key, so what, oh vey, so clutch
My pace, slow up, pick it up
Hot pace
D Swag
King Slayer
Way Maker
Game Changer
Heir to the Throne
S!LENT R!OT
Airplane Mode
Now my enemies quiet, because they know
I'm all up in my zone
Hot pace, pick it up
Gotta move a little bit quicker
When I got the rock
Babe girl I see your ass getting thicker
3 Seconds on the clock; Hot pace
Face to face with your fate; everyday
Free your mind from that cage; whatever it takes
The universe speaking talking to you (God) if you just speak that slang (Most High)
Listen up, blessings up, give attention; you don't need to pay it up
Nah, lets pray together
Amen, let's stay, let's slay together
Improvise, hot pace
Revolution televised, before our eyes
But you blind oh vey, oh my God
Right before our eyes, but you blind
Oh vey, oh my God
Chop it up, low key
Hot Pace, pick it up
My pace, slow up, pick it up, hot pace
My pace, slow up, pick it up
Hot pace, you know what
The return
Chop it up, low key, so what, oh vey, so clutch
My pace, slow up, pick it up
Hot pace
The return of Swag
Writer: Dillon Wager
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid