Feel the music son, we got you programmed like a beat. When I press snare, yo, guard your grill. Press kick, you move your feet, you can't compete. I got my hydrants parked on every street.
Can you feel it' Nothing can save you. I'm tougher than bullets so baby pray to your savior. I never been shot but I bet you I'm braver. I'm taking my spot, nigga, I ain't afraid to be me.