[Intro: Morgan Freeman]
I'm glad you could make it
Sit back, relax, and enjoy a drink
(JabariOnTheBeat)
(Uh, huh)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
They all know the drill, I made 'em cut the lights off
Yeah, you ain't on this list, 'cause you been fuckin' with the boss (Yeah, yeah)
Everybody's tryna glow up, they ain't ready for the cost
Fuck a price check, babygirl, just tap it on my card like a mic check
Violins playin' when I merge into fast track
Violence spreadin' like The Purge when I board the jet
I smoked too much cookie last month, swear I'm bored of it

[Verse]
It got old, yeah, I tried to reminisce, guess what? Got old
Yeah, I try to bite my lip, but guess what? Got old, yeah
Gets old (Yeah), some shit never change while the rest grows mold (Let's go)
Huh, I could feel the bass when it bang through the home
I smoke one too many dabs, I got stains on my clothes
It's knock-knock, bitch, we gon' kick the door down
Got it goin' 'side the flash, and it turned a ghost town
It's big dirt, oh, he lucky that I really hate talkin' (Oh, I hate it)
You know I just had to pop out quickly for a project
Once they see I'm locked in, I know all them watchin'
I could feel the eyes along my back like a Fendi bag
They said, "Where's the wave? Where's the wave?" Then I walk in
Walking in Off-Whites, I'm dead how it's toe tagged
Bitch, they had me boxed in, look at what they offerin'
If I don't keep my conscience, then frankly I don't want it, it's done
[Bridge]
Hey, yeah, I spent so long in the mud
It's taking me a while to adjust to the sun
But this shit impossible if I don't get numb
So I pick up my papers and stuff 'em with runtz (Let's go)
'Cause once I get faded, then anywhere is home
Yeah, I brought East Toronto 'cross sea into Rome
Bitch, this shit beautiful, put down the phone (Uh; Yeah)
'Cause I'm tryna reach out and grab at the Moon, let's go (Let's go)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
They all know the drill, I made 'em cut the lights off
Yeah, you ain't on this list, 'cause you been fuckin' with the boss (Yeah, yeah)
Everybody's tryna glow up, they ain't ready for the cost
Fuck a price check, babygirl, just tap it on my card like a mic check
Violins playin' when I merge into fast track
Violence spreadin' like The Purge when I board the jet
I smoked too much cookie last month, swear I'm bored of it