Iron Facade
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- trap
- 2020s
- gangsta rap
- hip hop
- canadian hip hop
- southern hip hop
- contemporary r&b
Lyrics
Intro: Drake
Yeah
Verse 1: Drake
I’m in the back of the Cullinan, feel like a bunker (yeah)
We pullin up deep yeah it's time for yall to hunker (yeah)
Rolling deep with like 45 sticks
I don’t do beef, I do statistics
Then I go missing for weeks on a district
The clip is a movie, no scripted dialogue
Smelling like Creed and a fire log
I’m in the trenches in Prada, dog
I’m the reason the city is fired up
They want the crown, I just tell ‘em to hold it (what?)
The throne is a lease and you already sold it (phew)
Paving the way and I already rolled it
Heavy the head, yeah, I already showed it (let’s go)
Chorus
Ground shaking when we move through the yard (phew)
Carbon fiber, yeah, the windows is hard (on god)
Bulletproof everything, check the facade
We ain’t even playing, we just meeting the squad (21)
Heavy artillery, everything loaded (loaded)
We in the iron, we never getting folded (no)
You had a chance and you already blowed it (yeah)
Verse 2: 21 Savage
I got a stick with a kick like a mule (21)
I’m keeping it cool, I’m breaking the rules (on god)
I put the metal in front of your face
Now you looking like you just caught a case (straight up)
Niggas be talking, they doing the most
I put the red on his head like a ghost (21)
I got the hitters, they posted in villas
We making a toast, then we clearing the coast (yeah)
I’m in a tank, I don’t see no speed bumps (no)
I’m in the field where the heavy machinery thumps (straight up)
Spin on the block, then we do it again
I got the racks, I don’t need me a friend (21)
Extended the mag, now it’s hitting the floor
I’m kicking the door, I’m wanting some more (on god)
Slaughter Gang, nigga, we ready for war
I’m keeping the score, you stuck on the shore (21)
Bridge: Drake
Tread marks on the pavement (yeah)
I don’t need a statement
I just need the payment
Backtracking like ---
"that's not what I meant"
Leave your ass flat on the pavement
Hook
Heavy artillery, everything loaded (yeah)
We in the iron, we never getting folded (never)
You had a chance and you already
(yeah) Never around...
They searching for us, they pat you down
Check every block, check every town
We already gone, we don't make a sound
sound...
Yeah… we was never around
Moving in silence, the engine is loud
We shake you down in the middle of a crowd
And disappear like we was never around
Yeah… we was never around
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