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ya ya ya ya They all know the drill I made them cut the lights off U aint on this list cause u been fuckin with the boss Everybody tryna glow up but they aint ready for the cost F*ck a price check Baby girl just tap it on my card like a mic check Violins playing when I merge into fast track Violence spreading like the purge when I board the jet I smoked too much cookie last month I swear im bored of it It got old Ya I tried to reminisce but guess what It got old Oh ya I tried to bite my lip but guess what It got old ya it gets old Some shit never change while the rest grows mold I could feel the bass when it bang thru the home I smoked One too many dabs I got stains on my clothes Ya its knock knock bitch we gon kick the door down Ya I whip inside the flash and it turned a ghost town Its big dirt oh he lucky that I really hate talking U know I just had to pop out quickly for a project Once they see im locked in I know all of them watching I could feel the eyes all on my back like a fendi bag They like where’s the wave Where’s the wave Then I walk in Walking in off whites im dead how its toe tagged Bitch they had me boxed in Like look at what they offering If I dont keep my concense Than frankly I dont want it its done I spent so long in the mud Its taking me a while to adjust to the sun But this shit impossible if I dont get numb So I pick up my papers and stuff them with runtz Once I get faded than anywhere is home Brought east Toronto cross sea into Rome Bitch this shit beautiful put down the phone Cause Im tryna reach out and grab at the moon lets go ya ya ya ya They all know the drill I made them cut the lights off U aint on this list cause u been fuckin with the boss Everybody tryna glow up but they aint ready for the cost F*ck a price check Baby girl just tap it on my card like a mic check Violins playing when I merge into fast track Violence spreading like the purge when I board the jet I smoked too much cookie last month I swear im bored of it