Текст песни
I click in step with kicks the city’s my runway I own the lane
Swag on my face — not a mask but a charge you feel in your frame
Vinyl whispers flex the sample cuts the night the bass a heartbeat low
Lines like gold chains every verse a verdict — watch me steal the show
Swag in every step the beat bumps — I’m on style I’m not afraid
Hands in pockets eyes to sky — that’s my route that’s the grade
Words sharp like blades — I speak the truth no play
Boom-bap with flex we’re in the game — ride the rhythm move my way
Hood up shades on fresh kicks — my uniform that gleams
No empty brag — I bring the weight of lessons real-life themes
Lines like banknotes — don’t count them feel the value in the chest
Every accent’s confidence my voice cuts through the rest
Swag ain’t in money swag’s in motion — smooth steps the beat precise
Breathe deeper feel the bass — this is our cult our vice
Swag in every step the beat bumps — I’m on style I’m not afraid
Hands in pockets eyes to sky — that’s my route that’s the grade
Words sharp like blades — I speak the truth no play
Boom-bap with flex we’re in the game — ride the rhythm move my way
Night fades the city shines — swag remains like earned loot
We push forward beat beside us — this our road our route
