Prim0s - Avengers (feat. Eugene Miranda & MyGuy FlyRy)

Ay yo, this is not a test, it's an audio lethal injection
First you'll feel your breathing slow as you lose your sense of direction
Next you'll feel your body start to shut down, section by section
Then I'm gone like the wind, in and out, zero detection
So fly, I never land with a peanut butter complexion
That's word to Peter Pan, y'all Lost Boys probably ain't catch it
Exception to every rule, no madness found in my method
Lead with knowledge of self, check yourself before you wreck it
On the record, the power ruler I, master O's
Steady rising to the top, nowhere else for us to go
Let me demonstrate, swinging sharp swords, poison darts, quick to penetrate
Ace of spades, play the trump card, make a n***a great
We know y'all wasn't ready, that's the perfect time to infiltrate
Cats in my DM's say that I'm dope now when that's been the case
And I still say thank you anyway
Ry's here
If you sleeping, we on the come up like we creeping
Don't be surprised when I blow up like The Weekend
Over weekend, I'm jumping off the deep end
Plotting on this pot of gold, you can see me scheming
I'm dreaming of freedom to do Ry
We need the whole pie, not gon' lie
I'm not the type to work for others
Rather feed my brothers
I ain't gon' suffer for another when he can easily take back my supper
Need that independent, it ain't rented, it's cemented
My dollars printed, windows tinted, gotta dry clean
Cause this s**t is vintage, 60 inches
Be my shorty wig, sporty kids, in fly digs
You get the drip
Yeah, you get the drift
Ry gon' be fly
You know the steez, cause I'm getting cheese
Living life comfortably
Nan, y'all can rump with me
I do this s**t with ease
Tight rope on track, spitting crack like it's trapeze
You get it
My bars vivid like it's WandaVision
My bars hard like they locked in prison
See me spinning, that's 360s off the brain
Never meant to brag, but these is thoughts out the do-rag
Clean like a new Jag
When I back back, I backtrack
Spinning the block, taking off the top just to hear my s**t is hot
Ty told me if you really wanna pop, gotta put it on TikTok
He ain't talking a Wrist Watch
These are keys for the big stocks
This the s**t that make you envy me
They saying that I'm MVP
You really out here killing things
You late
This is everyday
But thank you, dog, anyway

Written by:
Kelvin Whyms, Ryan Green

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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