[Verse 1: SoniYEAH]
And I just fucking dropped out of that goddamn internship
When they roadblock your life, all you gotta do is turn bitch
Knowledge changes by the minute, yeah man fuck this just unlearn shit
College faded from beginning, and my lifeās a hell, itās burning
They say brainās a computer, moaning guess my brain is dirty
Pick up my flow and grab those bars, ācause bitch I am just flirting
Been down with stuff, Iām counting bucks ever since I was thirteen
Hell no, donāt know where Iām headed now, but fuck it guess itās working
I gave you shit to bitch about, you haters are forgetting
In silence like lasagna but you bitches momās spaghetti
Shit donāt turn out the way you likе, thatās fucked up, yes I get it
Donāt need no fans, my homiеs rock, theyāre my Rihanna Navy
Thought my life had peaked when I got that job for fuckās sake
Turned out to be a turning point, how much pain can my guts take?
Drained out my shit, I puked my guts and yet for bucks I must wait
That bitch sendinā me orders, shut your ass now with a duct tape
Frustrated shit then further got me through hip-hop shit
They donāt believe that Emās the GOAT, maybe they all agnostic
āCause fuck you mean, heās still on top for me, all you guys toxic
The one who got me into rap, still ruling ovā my top list
[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Baby girl, you know what I like
Baby, you know just what I like
Baby, you know what I like (like like like like like)
[Verse 2: SoniYEAH]
Iām bringing things to life, you never would have imagined
Whateverās in your mind is what came out of my passion
Tryna diss me, nah bro, got no faith in your comeback shit
āYouāre so double-faced, least make one prettyā bitch I aināt in no pageant
Been low-key for a moment and you sayinā that you missed me
No variant of myself yet branching timelines could be risky
I just said none aināt like me, softies now calling me pick-me
Labels everywhere I go, you fuckers need to let a bitch think
Offended by my lyrics? Better call yourself a snowflake
Around me world revolves while yāall still learning how to rotate
Are you an astro in the ocean ācause you been giving me no space?
Keep eating shit, this aināt a diss but yes, your state so hopeless
Okay, highest in the room ācause rap is cocaine
Iām in my drug, Iām grinding up, bitches like me got no shame
Freeze up in your time slot ācause itās me, my shit the coldest
All you pussies aināt got no shit, and you looking for a soulmate?
He asked me if I did this every day, I said often
Been rocking my attitude as if Iām straight outta Compton
My swag never decreasinā, on the daily it is constant
They saw me with my dope shit and they told me that they want some
[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Baby girl, you know what I like
Baby, you know just what I like
Baby, you know what I like (like like like like like)
[Verse 3: SoniYEAH]
Writing your bars but your pencilās pointless
Music is murdered, Iām in-charge of noises
My swag too much had you enjoyed less
This Aza bitchās words aināt nunā to toy with
Narcissism, bitch, my bloodwork got God complex
Spendinā all your cash on shit, bitch, shop less
Said you came clean? As much as seat of toilets
This lifeās a shit in guise of box of chocolates
Bitch I been hustlinā, give no shit ābout success
āCause once I get it, might relapse, get drug tests
Man, I been setting stores and getting fund less
Reaching followers, aināt even a hundred
Iām still a teen, already have a merch store
The fuck you mean, leave music, you should work more?
āCause whatās your problem? Aināt this shit my personal?
Flow-biters everywhere these bitches got āem all my words stolen
Earn whore, I guess itās time to change this fucking rhyme scheme
Frozen wrists, get closer bitch, shitās colder than an ice-cream
Hoes get rich, and those are chicks go over, those are feisty
Tier-listing shit, in business, kids see ghosts, guess why itās frightening
The way been jotting rhymes, Iām sixteen, right from eight years
Iām not on Spotify, donāt need it, fight me, none can beat here
The way this rap roomās crowded, struggling, tryna find a seat here
Saving stuff for years to come, control-alt and delete tears
Every feature I been slaying, this your track? Guess Iāmma eat here
Eco lec attending, while Abel screaming in my left ear
Ranking all discogs on blog, some songs, yeah those are left here
āCause bitch just spelled your tiers for you, this lands me in my S-tier
Ahead of time, unlike you guys, Iām seeing my tomorrow
Fighting my wars, wherever I go, my hardships always follow
Them haters aināt got life to live, all of them, no shit, all low
Thereās venom in their words, I make all of them swallow
[Outro: The Weeknd]
All of them swallow
All of them swallow
All of them swallow
I make all of them swallow
All of them swallow
All of them swallow
All of them swallow
I make all of them swallow
All of them swallow
All of them swallow
All of them swallow
I make all of them swallow
All of, all of
All of them swallow
All of them swallow
I make all of them swallow