| Emiliana, it's been so long since you texted me |
| I finally took a break and now I feel like I'm on ecstasy |
| You say what my work means to me will one day be the death of me |
| They tried to kill me once, but, darling, you just resurrected me |
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| Reach me, baby |
| Call my phone and say you need me, baby |
| I'm so green, you gotta teach me, baby |
| From Vancouver, you a BC baby |
| Pull up Maybach, beep-beep, baby |
| And my shit came with the heat seats, baby |
| Swear my label gotta free me, baby |
| Blow on me just like some green tea, baby |
| Ayy, ayy |
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| Ayy, buried alive, someone come dig me up |
| If I call up your shawty right now, she pickin' up, yeah |
| You boys got big off my name, that's big enough |
| We know how you OGs rockin' already, my nigga, the jig is up |
| They say the truth will set you free, well, mine is gon' stream while you watch |
| in HD |
| They say that karma could take an eternity, yours is droppin' the same night as |
| me |
| Funny thing is that they ain't gon' compete, you gon' get yours while I'm doin' |
| me |
| You gon' get yours while I'm doin' me |
| (Ayy, Janice, shut the fuck up) |
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| Reach me, baby |
| Call my phone and say you need me, baby |
| Thought they had me in a deep sleep, baby |
| I'm still scorchin' hot in these streets, baby |
| Pull up Maybach, beep-beep, baby |
| And my shit came with the heat seats, baby |
| See-through shirt, I get a sneak peek, baby |
| Blow on me just like some green tea, baby |
| Ayy, ayy |
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| Tired of all of y'all tellin' me niggas is real, pussy, I know when it's real |
| You only come home to pose and pop off a look, but you forgot how it feel |
| Chi-town, poppin' a pill, go on a drill, lookin' for someone to kill |
| White kids listen to you 'cause they feel some guilt and that's how your soul |
| gets fulfilled |
| Handin' out turkeys on camera inside of your hood, then you go back to the hills |
| How many houses you build? How many souls did you heal off the back of your |
| deal? |
| Difference between niggas gettin' you out of your deal and lettin' you out of |
| your deal, damn |
| Against your will, how many new names do you got on your will? Damn |
| How many more times is y'all gon' keep callin' it soft when it's silk? Damn |
| How many more interviews y'all gonna do just to get Ice to chill? Damn |
| They tryna cover it up like a quilt |
| 'Rari go skrrt on a boy like a kilt |
| Kept it a hundred on paper like Wilt |
| Trickin' it off on her, payin' her bill |
| That's just how I do the sauce and the spill |
| These hoes know how I pop it for real |
| These hoes know how I pop it for real, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| I made way too much in a week |
| Must be two hundred and fifty at least |
| Like the money just grew off a tree |
| Like the money just came in for free, for real, yeah |
| MRI machine scannin' my knee |
| Like how long you been runnin' the streets? For real, yeah |
| She just text me, like, "Oui, oui, oui, oui" |
| We in Paris like two hundred deep, for real |
| And I went bought a whip for my brother |
| Same body, but two different colors |
| And I might just tell Ky get another |
| Small price 'cause he kept it one hundred |
| And I might book a flight out to London |
| (Ayy, Janice, shut the fuck up) |
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