[Intro: Elijah Hooks]

The last thing

[Hook: Elijah Hooks]

Wait, wait, wait (Conductor)

The last thing we heard before the shots start flying

Wait!

Cameras tryna capture falling stars outside (Con-)

Wait!

Like a child with his finger pointed, aimed at the night sky

Thumb going rapid fire

A shooting star

[Verse 1: Elzhi]

They try to dangle the carrot ‘til I was sleepy

Talking noise can’t keep me quiet

I make you deep sea dive in the pool of sharks for your cruel remarks

Cause my medulla sparks

It’s not a funeral service, it’s schools apart

I’m from a city where making it big is pretty rare

It’s why they bust a clip while women strip with they titties bare

But I’m an anomaly

My autonomy’s on another planet

The distance is God’s throne to astronomy

I solemnly swore to take you by storm and change the economy’s forecast

When I was just acting calmer before

Just give me mine I’m sick of asking

I’m flicking ash in your urn

A proven assassin can burn by a slicker craftsman

Make you swallow your pride

You should have tried liquor

Aspirin tablets, fellatio habits

Cleaning supplies in your cabinets

It’s no fun when the gun gets held by the rabbits

Your brain could leak and you might not get your abs fixed

Somebody better tell ‘em how far they fell from grace

Just to land on they face and misplace they cerebellum

Laid out on concrete evidence ever since I did ‘em dirty

Then a diplomatic, asymptomatic who hands are never rinsed

It’s payback, not a dollar off

Lightning in the bottle to your Molotov

So eyes follow where my hands go

Can paint a picture for Saint Tropez and they’ll hang it next to a Van Gogh (woah, woah)

[Hook: Elijah Hooks]

Wait, wait, wait

The last thing we heard before the shots start flying

Wait!

Cameras trying to capture falling stars outside

Wait!

Like a child with his finger pointed, aimed that the night sky

Thumb going rapid fire

A shooting star (A shooting star)

[Verse 2: Elzhi]

Kick the doors in without the key from the mayor (Conductor)

They tried to box on the conveyor belt

Then layer me on top of other squares

As if I was in bad shape

Wasn’t thinking like LL on the cover of your dad tape

Bars trap, angry gorillas, mad apes

Slot you down if you had BAPEs

It's curtains once it gets ugly as plaid drapes

In a haunted mansion

I can land ten punches to your face without making my hand bend

And when the undisputed heavyweight champion of the world

Across all continents, in every state

For testing me, that’s a recipe for disaster

It’s a jungle out there, beware of the bare necessities

Went from being the top statistic for helicopter twisted blades

To [?] gravy enough to sop the biscuit

[Outro: Elijah Hooks]

Whoa, whoa

Wait, wait (Conductor)

The last thing we heard before the shots start flying

Wait