[Intro: Zymic]
Slide or shoot
[Chorus: Kid Rohan]
Ridin' 'round town in a reindeer coupe (reindeer coupe), yeah
Talkin' down on me, but I'm not like you (not like you)
Lil' baby wanna ride (ride), I got you
And I'm known to keep the vibe, slide or shoot (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Know I'm finna slide 'til the finish ('til the finish)
Rappers switchin' sides every minute (every minute)
No problem to try with the vision (with the vision)
If they hatin', they ain't mine, they the business
[Verse 1: Kid Rohan]
Yuh, yuh, I been runnin' in my lane, huh
Had to switch it up just so I get a little change
Went through hustlе with some pain, so I struggled to refrain
Somеtimes I love to break just so I can rearrange
Rearrange with perfect timing
If the business isn't diamond, then yo' business' what you minin', huh, yuh
Is it Ze-mic, or it's Zi-mic?
Link together, ain't no Rumor
Us and Britton, we the finest, but I'm biased
I don't like the flexin' but my ego told me, "Try it", huh (facts)
Feelin' like a simp, I'm tryna help her, she need guidance, huh (yeah)
Music like that Loud Pack, they beg for it, I supply it, huh
Giving them a breath of fresh air like a, like a-
Like a trident (huh?)
So many coughs, coughs, you'd think I got the virus, huh (huh?)
You gotta be off lots to figure where my mind is (ayy)
I'ma air 'em out if they keep askin' what my sign is, stupid
[Chorus: Kid Rohan]
Ridin' 'round town in a reindeer coupe (reindeer coupe), yeah
Talkin' down on me, but I'm not like you (not like you)
Lil' baby wanna ride (ride), I got you
And I'm known to keep the vibe, slide or shoot (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Know I'm finna slide 'til the finish ('til the finish)
Rappers switchin' sides every minute (every minute)
No problem to try with the vision (with the vision)
If they hatin', they ain't mine, they the business
[Interlude: Zymic]
Slide or shoot
[Verse 2: Zymic]
We just sliding and shootin'
How can't they vibe with the movement?
Tryna make out who they rootin' for, they'll realize late or sooner
You know Zymic is zoomin', and we will rise to the moon ends (Yeah, yeah)
Y'all trippin', I'm Red, y'all missin' the rage
Y'all think y'all hittin', but we isn't the same
Another chapter, I am flipping the page
Me, Roh, and Britton making Christmas insane
How many times have I told you this isn't a game?
Zymic, Kid Rohan, and Britton in place
I hit up Rumor, we winnin' today
The four of us comin' on top, get away
They try to cure me, but it ain't workin', I am still coughin'
Spreadin' positivity, but they will still knock it
Young in the game, goin' insane, but I will not get
Caught up overlookin' my achievements 'cause of ill comments
You have not got a shot at my spot (no!)
Stupid, I'm not losin'
Not lost a long time, passed it, like top student
Song glacé but they fake, like a cough Luden
'Bout to pop, but y'all not believin', y'all are all clueless!
[Chorus: Kid Rohan]
Ridin' 'round town in a reindeer coupe, yeah
Talkin' down on me, but I'm not like you
Lil' baby wanna ride, I gotchu
And I'm known to keep the vibe, slide or shoot, yeah
[Verse 3: G. Britton, with Kid Rohan]
Rumor, Rohan, Zymic and Britton
We slide to the finish
We openin' fire on you bitches that demon inside of these risen
You seekin' the mind of a venom
We tryna be different, y'all actin' the same
And you're lyin', your writtens are always online, you're gimmicks
Man, who would of thought I'd be able to rhyme for a living?
You gotta be kiddin', I started this shit on my own
Nobody supported my visions or goals
I knew that I couldn't depend on nobody at all, but it forced me to get in the zone
Now everybody be hittin' my phone, pretendin' we bros
Sayin' they love me, I'm killin' these flows
If you weren't here from the jump, then you ain't gon' be here when I sit on the throne
Ain't a chance you could say we friends, you ain't hang intent
I was broke, used to hate me then
Now I'm makin' bands
Say again? Tryna make amends?
Bitch, you fake as shit
'86, all that play-pretend, shit get dangerous, uh, uh
I took a break for a minute, but now that I'm back, I'ma fuckin' destroy it, uh
Cuttin' off fake friends had me hurt for a while, but I've come to enjoy it, uh
All of the shit-talkin' and the backstabbin' had me so disappointed
You talkin' down on me, you gon' be prayin' to God, then you goin' to join Him
Woo!
