Yeah… T. Karras
10:00 PM on a Sunday
Walkin’ home through the most dangerous streets
All I got is my brawn and my brain and I’m walkin in fear
Let's do this

They be yellin’ out… Taylor, Taylor
They be yellin’ out… Taylor, Taylor
They be yellin’ out… Taylor, Taylor
They be yellin’ out… Taylor, Taylor

Everywhere I go, it’s all eyes on me
And they lookin’ so scary, feels like I’m gonna freeze
With all the attention goin’ round, what am I supposed to do?
I’m in a tense situation, one wrong move and I’m through
They be yellin’ out... Taylor, Taylor
As if I’m going to be meetin’ my maker
I’m just trynna make it home, I don’t need all the stress
But of course, I’m walkin’ through the wild wild west
All senses at their highest waitin’ for shit to go down
Everybody trynna hunt me in this battleground
All I got is my wits and I know how to fight
I’m focused cause shit goes off in the night
I got no backup, no reserve, I’m all on my own
So of course I might die in the danger zone
Still I walk without fear, I walk knownin’ my fate
Rap life is dangerous, it’s just the risk I’ve got to take

They be yellin’ out… Taylor, Taylor
They be yellin’ out… Taylor, Taylor
They be yellin’ out… Taylor, Taylor
They be yellin’ out… Taylor, Taylor

They all see you on the top of the throne
You’re not safe, even inside of your home
I lock all the doors, board all the windows
Arm myself well, I even wipe my phone
Any information can be used against you
So I gotta cover my tracks and erase any clues
I won’t let anybody kill me, I’m not a fool
I don’t want my death to end up on the ten o’clock news
Rappers are in danger at all available times
Anybody can come up and shoot you with a nine
Whether it’s for your car or for your watch
So be careful about the shit that you visibly flaunt
In this life, it’s all about power and money
And a confrontation can quickly become bloody
Don’t end up being the latest fatality
Rap is not a game, it’s a life or death reality

I'm serious with the words that I'm sayin'
If you can't take the heat don't walk into the kitchen
For there are enemies around every corner
Trust no one, except if they've earned your trust.
Backstabbers everywhere

They be yellin’ out… Taylor, Taylor
They be yellin’ out… Taylor, Taylor
They be yellin’ out… Taylor, Taylor
They be yellin’ out… Taylor, Taylor

Fuck this shit