KobraE

Quiet in the grass till the wrong one hike

East Side raised me, we don't bark, we bite

Story Road. Two a.m. Pho and a plan. (plan)

Uncles in the back room, twenty on a hand

Learned to count in two languages, watchin' them bet

Learned the third one was silence, ain't forgot it yet

Mom did acrylics till her wrists gave out (six days)

Breathed that dust so I could run my mouth

So when I talk, it's a bill attached

First Civic had a primer door, nothin' on it matched

Built the motor on the floor with a YouTube and a wrench

Now it's two-step at the light and the whole block clench (brrap)

They see the last name, think I'm good at math

I am. Count it up. Do the aftermath.

Quiet in the grass till the wrong one hike

East Side raised me, we don't bark, we bite

Bà ngoại on the porch, she don't speak on what she seen (shh)

Crossed a whole ocean in a boat for this dream

So I can't fumble nothin', that's a debt, that ain't a flex

Put a salon in her name, that's the rent, that's the rest

King and Tully, where they'll test you for a chain

I don't wear one. Took the money, bought the lane. (facts)

You loud 'cause you scared, I can smell it on the track

I get quieter and quieter, that's the last thing 'fore the snap

Tinted out the K-swap, it don't look like much

That's the point. Neither do I. Ask who run it up.

You was lookin' at the rattle

(KOBRA!)

Shoulda watched the head

Quiet in the grass till the wrong one hike

East Side raised me, we don't bark, we bite

Whole family eatin', tell me who gon' hate?