Your heart's under lock, and we've got the key
Unlock the chaos
We are the key of kill

Thrifted top, five bills on the tag
Ten for the denim, I'm securing the bag
NY state of mind, yeah, look at the view
I define the wave, I'm the one with the clue

The cut (cut), the cut, the cut, the cut, the cut, cut, cut
The cut, the cut, the cut, the cut, cut, cut

Thrifted top, five bills on the tag
Watch how I flex, I don't need to brag

(They) they judge the fit, but I'm keeping my stance
I don't follow rules, I just take every chance
That vintage strap? Found it deep in the grime
Now it's on my waist and I'm ahead of my time

Salute to the streets that gave me my start
Before the big lights and the high-fashion art

Touch down at jfk, fresh off the wing
Global ambition, I'm the king of the ring

Floating through the haze, I'm finding my way
Underneath the neon, where the shadows play
Every scar I wear is a diamond in the rough
I've had enough
Yeah, I've had enough

Raiding the racks from the bronx to the shore
Urban legend, yeah, I'm breaking the door

Started in the basement, now we're owning the map
The squad is in motion, no time for a nap

Open the gate!

Thrifted top, five bills on the tag
Ten for the denim, I'm securing the bag
NY state of mind, yeah, look at the view

The cut, the cut, the cut, the cut

Electric pulse, if I see it, I grab
This ain't a costume, I'm fresh in the lab
Cheap-priced coat, but I'm feeling like gold
A story in the fabric that's never been told

Met gala dreams in a concrete reality
They're biting my flow and my street mentality
Jump in the pit, let the rhythm ignite
I was raised in the piles, now I'm chasing the light

I'm rising from the dust, watch the heavens glow
Everything I touch starts to overflow
Can you feel the power? Can you feel the soul?
We take control

We take control!

The cut, the cut, the cut, the cut cut, cut
The cut, the cut, the cut, the cut, cut, cut

Thrifted top, five bills on the tag
Watch how I flex, I don't need to brag

Learn the hustle, don't just watch from the side
I got the vision, I got nothing to hide
Meeting in manhattan, we're starting the fire
From the curbs to the towers, we're taking it higher

The crew's on the move, and we won't wrap it up
We're the neon soul, yeah, we're filling the cup
Oh, yeah

The cut, the cut, the cut, the cut
The cut, the cut, the cut, the cut
The cut, the cut, the cut, the cut

New York dreams, vintage seams
The cut
We are fucking awesome call us k of kill
The cut!