Sideline Watching

Intro

Yeah

Check it

No games

Chorus

Bag secured on the bypass

No ones catching up when the whip flies past

Talking tough behind a keypad

Where was that energy when things turned bad

Watching from the sideline

Moving through the shadows in my prime time

Yeah you talking from the sideline

Moving through the shadows in my prime time

Verse 1

Run through the rain

Black mask hidden in the cold dark lane

Petty talk

Weak minds folding under heavy pressure walk

Built for this grit

I stood firm when the rivals quit

Big talk on the net

But we havent seen a penny of that debt

Chorus

Bag secured on the bypass

No ones catching up when the whip flies past

Talking tough behind a keypad

Where was that energy when things turned bad

Watching from the sideline

Moving through the shadows in my prime time

Yeah you talking from the sideline

Moving through the shadows in my prime time

Verse 2

Check the status

Winning every race no one can match us

Silent moves

Big plates turning up on higher grooves

I am here

I am strong

I am gone

Looking at the view from a new peak

Everything you mention sounds far too weak

Chorus

Bag secured on the bypass

No ones catching up when the whip flies past

Talking tough behind a keypad

Where was that energy when things turned bad

Watching from the sideline

Moving through the shadows in my prime time

Yeah you talking from the sideline

Moving through the shadows in my prime time

Verse 3

Locked and loaded

Total systems have already exploded

Frozen hearts

Ripped those lazy strategies right apart

Faking every flex

Wondering which victim is the next

Watching for the snakes

Eating big meals while you making mistakes

Chorus

Bag secured on the bypass

No ones catching up when the whip flies past

Talking tough behind a keypad

Where was that energy when things turned bad

Watching from the sideline

Moving through the shadows in my prime time

Yeah you talking from the sideline

Moving through the shadows in my prime time

Verse 4

Ghost the scene

Moving like a shadow on the monitor screen

Paper stacked

All those little promises remained cracked

Left them all behind

With a certain clarity of my mind

No room for the hate

Watching how the heavy hitters operate

Drop

Watching from the sideline

Moving through the shadows in my prime time