Press read, FBs with solid gold next
Another waxer fresh off of the press
Black lather came something like a nescro
Head to toe fresh giving off that next glow
And the sub blow sub-zero
Flow giving us smok, the dry ice clear code
OV the cody, one hundred percent
Straight wavy we cutting an edge
Lights, camera, action
Tank top, standing at the back door
Mad cunt, padding my attack running track
Plus I got your double backing
Case a fucker tries to land one
Rap is more than just career
Life passed the five of faith
Is held within these scriptures
So if it’s destiny you’re messing with
Best than three prepare
'Cause we’s the premium
Yeah they mixed up System on blast, low’s cracking chest plates
Cruising by in super slomo giving a blue steeling
With no true feeling wrapped up in gas bubbles
So when I see them as No need to clash knuckles
We’ll recognize so they step aside
Or inhale catch a whith of the pesticide
We at the forefront living it up Getting in dropping shit off the cough
Never enough
System on blast
System on blast
System on blast
System on blast