Adrenaline

[Verse 1: Wrekonize] Adrenaline Open up the vein get a bit insane better train Jane to be shelling me in sentimental cellophane Wrek is aimed higher than the heavens on a weather vane Better stay ready man if you sleeping get a lane (Wake up) Time to get a better brain Fly over rooftops i don't need to shed a thang Lighter than a feather when I fly cause I'm clever But I still drop bombs like a military aero plane This'll be epitome of energy get up And get it physically or bleed for the remedy I think it's gonna be a murder of the gimmicky Silliest motherfuckers who been acting like they getting g's Let the conquest go critics and cynics in it to bomb Wrek's flow Millions of minutes we get them all left low I been on that show with a Comcast soul I'll connect you get your extra decks to lecture necks snapping the best of People in Miami out over into the rest of the world wide sector [Hook: Wrekonize] I never felt this free before in all my freaking life These inhibitions clearly need to cease to be denied Cause you and I will ride until the sun is in our sights I don't know how else to describe it but it's nice When it's all up in my bloodstream (Bloodstream) Deep inside my bloodstream (Bloodstream) I can feel it in my bloodstream (Bloodstream) It's been released into the bloodstream Let's hope this kind of feeling never dies [Verse 2: Wrekonize] (You can feel it in your veins, adrenaline) Shake shack vibe with a payback line Tell 'em to leave him be in the cave that's fine Reclusive dude with loosey tunes a nuisance All up in the business with an 8 track grind I sat up with a boombox and threw thoughts In Hollywood Miamis little version of the boondocks We beat up on the trash cans and who thought I'd take it the level we all know only a few rock Better than the beef ends Tell 'em to get packing with the backing of the defense I wanna just see a sequence decent These motherfuckers coming up to challenge us in sequins I came to change the lame brains Refrain the same game and stake the name claim Let's see if they can get it with no credit overzealous And they bet it all down on the fake estate fame [Hook] [Verse 3: Crooked I] So many niggas wanna come at the Crooked and let a couple of shots Spin me around like I’m a featherweight, not knowing that I’m heavyweight Smith & Wesson weapon will make you elevate and levitate When I regulate, I hit the streets like I never ate I click heat and I never wait, I wouldn’t hesitate To strap a time bomb to myself and hug you until it detonate You’re 6 feet, I’m 11'8'‘ And if I told you once, I told you twice I hold the guns, I’m so precise, so run, nigga, run When the soldier come, I’m cold as ice So hold your tongue or roll the dice, you’re done when I come I’m a poltergeist, I’m givin’ ‘em rhythm quick as a cobra strikes Kill 'em and kill 'em again The shots stole your life, you should’ve known the price Killer that holds the knife to your throat and slice And when I’m creepin’ by, I'm dippin' the ‘Lac Homie the reason I’m, rippin’ the gat is to go "BRRAT, BRRAT" Then your people die, nigga, blink your eye I'll put you on your back quicker than that, uh