Bass hit like a bullet, I duck, then I levitate,
Choir of the trap saints humming through the treble weight,
JID paint the halo, 21 load the reverberate,
Baby Tate sing the verdict—every echo a better fate.
Skrrt through the surround, angels and choppers rotate,
Fear in 3-D, but the faith got a bigger frame,
Soul in Atmos, every sin remastered, claim the flame,
If the sky fall, we gon’ mix it, bounce it back the same.