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Lyrics

(Yeah)A-Side midnights you did this to ya self
Tommy Gunz, Cruz Control in the zone,
Every shift shook when we grab that microphone.
B-side mids safe, but the rest on blast,
Messin’ with the squad, y’all ain’t never gon’ last.

Click-clack boom, better tighten ya patrol,
We roastin’ all night, yeah we takin’ ya soul.
From the halls to the lot, everybody gon’ know,
When Gunz and Control hit the stage — it’s a show!

Yo, Kelly got a head like a satellite dish,
Dreamin’ all day, boy, sleepin’s your wish.
“Can’t get right”? That’s your life theme song,
Tried to wake you up once — you still hit snooze wrong.

And Neita in the back, talkin’ whispers so low,
Gotta lean in close just to hear “hello.”
Hands wavin’ round like you conductin’ a band,
Always got complaints, man, chill with the demands!

Kelly used to guard halls, thought he ran the block,
"Senior officer" flex, man that’s all you got!
Braggin’ on the title like you top of the fed,
But we just laughin’ loud — “Yo, meatball head!”

Grievance king you up!
Neita pull up cruisin’ slow in a soccer-mom van,
Tryna look tough but got cup holders, man.
Hands wavin’ wild, yo just stop with the dance,
Bro, the only fight you file is a grievance in advance.

Kelly still sleepin’, got dreams of command,
But can’t even figure out the rules on hand.
“Big boss” talk, but the squad all knows,
You the guard at the door with the sign that says “closed.”

Whispers so soft, need subtitles to see,
Hands flappin’ crazy like you swattin’ a bee.
Always complainin’, man, what’s the plan?
“HR on line one — grievance again.”

(Talking) Aye Tommy Gunz and Cruz control in the station B! No shift is safe B-side evenings you next