Highkicks-High-Risk (Official Audio)

Highkicks, high risk (Official Audio) Realised by Express Musik (420 Record). Producer: John Skopie Producer: Express Music (420 Records) Beatproduktion: Express Music (420 Records) Associated Performer, Vocals: Jamail Author: Drip Monroe086 Composer Lyricist: Drip Monroe086, Express Music (420 Records) Master: Jamail Studio Personnel, Mixer: Express Music (420 Records), Jamail 👉 Subscribe for more underground rap, dark trap, and real hip hop music. 💬 Drop a comment if you feel the energy. 👍 Like & share to support independent artists. Support us un Instagram: / @expressmusic-p7i If you want to hear more of our crazy music then subscribe to the channel "Express Music" and like the Video to Support our channel. I thank every subscriber and supporter of the channel. Lyrics of this Song: (Intro) Nike chicks, iced wrists, night shifts, mind twisted, White kicks, tight fits, bright lights, eyes distant. High risk, fly shit, five racks, life different, Red lights, fast rides, side drift, tires hissing. Tight Prada, light leather, cold weather, no feelings, Black whip, dark tint, whole clique move different. Bad bitch, nice lips, fast life, can't quit it, Highkicks, high risk — whole world, we don't fit in. [VERSE 1 — LONG RHYME CHAIN] Night-riding, white Nikes, bright diamonds, eyes wired, Tight-lacing, price rising, mind racing, tires sliding. Five figures, fly business, night vision, still grinding, Wide lenses, fake friendships, I see through the disguises. Black leather, cold weather, all pressure, no shelter, Fast tempo, cash mental, can't settle for lesser. Bad intentions, sharp extensions, dark thoughts get darker, Bass shaking the pavement, my whole section gets louder. I came from the back where the rent wasn't paid yet, Now they see the fit and start asking where I made it. Same ones threw shade, now they stare when I skate in, I don't give a fuck — tell 'em save it for the playlist. [VERSE 2 — INTERNAL RHYMES] Mind-switch, night shift, tight grip, eyes twitching, Side streets, high speeds, white kicks, ice dripping. Price tags, nice bags, five stacks, life's shifting, Wide turns, tires burn, street lamps keep flicking. Prada on the jacket, but the attitude's basement, Dark-tint spaceship, bassline earthquake it. I don't need a fake chain or a rented-out statement, My whole flow's a pressure test — your whole squad can't take it. Quick with the syllables, intricate intervals, Critical rhythms, the kick and the snare get demolished. I pivot the cadence, then switch up the placement, One rhyme becomes four, now the whole verse's connected. [VERSE 3 — EXTENDED MULTIS] Cold nights, low lights, old fights, new mileage, No sleep, four deep, smoke trails, blue sirens. Fake smiles, snake eyes, all lies, move silent, Big dreams, tight jeans, fresh kicks, poor guidance. High fashion, low patience, bad habits, late payments, Fast living, cash flipping, cracked phones, missed statements. No handouts, no shortcuts, no love for the shameless, I built this from the ground — every scar has a placement. [BRIDGE — HALF-TIME] Highkicks, night shift, mind flips, eyes lit. Black fit, white kicks, fast whip, side drift. Big racks, tight stacks, no cap, don't switch. Cold streets, concrete — came up from that shit. [FINAL HOOK] Nike chicks, iced wrists, night shifts, mind twisted, White kicks, tight fits, bright lights, eyes distant. High risk, fly shit, five racks, life different, Red lights, fast rides, side drift, tires hissing. Tight Prada, light leather, cold weather, no feelings, Black whip, dark tint, whole clique move different. Bad bitch, nice lips, fast life, can't quit it, HIGHKICKS, HIGH RISK — EVERY BAR STAYS CONNECTED.