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Intro

Yeah

(Skrt skrt)

Twenty four on the clock

(No time)

Keep it moving

Verse 1

John Wick with the graphite pen

Writing checks just to pay my sins

They flipped like a cable box channel

Now I’m harder to handle

Riding clean with the heavy steel tucked

Used to give zero fucks

Blue hundreds stacked tall in the plastic

Now they view me as drastic

(Let's go)

Moving quiet like a flick in the shadows

Win the war ignore the minor battles

Changing pace like a gear in a coupe

Out of the loop

Staying sharp

Cut through the dark

Better park

Watch the way the bark bites

Green leaves for the nights I couldn't rest

Pre-Chorus

Counting up the paper till my thumbs start bleeding

Taking what I want while the snakes are all receding

Buying all the jewelry that I’m never even needing

Watching all the fake friends leaving

Chorus

Top billing on the marquee screen

Stovetop whipping up a vivid scene

Counting racks while they chasing fame

No two days ever look the same

No two days ever look the same

Drop

Check the score

Gimme more

Verse 2

Breaking Bad with the chemistry soul

Losing control

Ice on my neck

Bridge 2

(Psh-psh-psh)

(Hold up)

Look at the clock

Eighteen years and I'm owning the block

(Facts)

Keys to the safe and I didn't even knock

Verse 3

Better watch your tone

Throne for the king and I'm sitting alone

Tony Soprano I'm calling the hits on the phone

(Prrr)

You switched for a dime

I stayed on my grind

I'm way out of time

Your career is a crime

I'm stacking the chips like a casino floor

Tell that girl that I'm needing some more

Walking dead in the mall with a vest

Never sleep never giving a rest

(Go)

Substance in the cup make the room start spinning

Losing the count cause I'm constantly winning

Pockets too thick and the waistline is sagging

Driving the wagon

(Skrt skrt)

Dragons I'm slaying

The paper I'm weighing

Stop with the praying

Listen to what I am saying

(Shut up)

Reload the magazine just for the thrill

Living a script and I'm signing the bill

Eighteen with the bag of a veteran star

Taking the foreign and pushing it far

I don't need no producers I'm doing the score

Blood on the luxury rugs on the floor

(Ha)

Switch up the rhythm I'm feeling the rush

Watch the fake homies they turn into mush

The pilot is waiting he's ready to fly

Don't ask the reason just look at the sky

Outro

Eighteen with the millions

Living out of buildings

No sequels

No equals

(Click clack)

Cut

Done