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[Verse 1: SiR]
This that fire, gasoline
It will burn soon
Casually, gradually
Defining gravity as I let go, no
Wires, I’m flying
Magic, right?
Pull her hair, and I grab her right?
Never thought I could have it all
In the beginning I never really had it right
Look, moving trough this movie like my life is studious to live unruly (you)
You should have never introduced me to the beauty and the darker side of heaven’s view (view)
Gucci fit her booty very well
Hopefully she never kiss and tell
Hopefully we never see the sun
Don’t try keep it up, I’m on the run

[Chorus: SiR]
Try to keep it humble in a world full of egos, gangsters and evils
Player in the game but I’m making my own rules
And I’m pulling up in something foreign (foreign)
Yea, I’m pulling up in something foreign (foreign)

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
I pulled this out for you, my newest coop
Grip the horse, I’ll take you ’round the loop
Close your eyes, your heart available
Land on earth, and cruise through Malibu
Gave you time, now give your drawers the boot
Rub the skins, I found that heaven’s true
Melt the sun and keep the moon alive
Dry the winds, and moist behind the five
Can’t pretend the greatest sin alive
Stroke, you come and go beyond the fake
Take you down, the frown go up your face
Arch your back and bend it back in place
Fuck you good, I’ll fuck you good, I know
Snap your book to know where else to go
Foreign place, a foreign whip to drive
Failed at life, then failing you, now I’m (I’m)

[Chorus: SiR]
Try to keep it humble in a world full of egos, gangsters and evils
Player in the game but I’m making my own rules
And I’m pulling up in something foreign (foreign)
Yea, I’m pulling up in something foreign (foreign)

[Verse 1: SiR]
I found another life in London, it’s true
I fell in love with the summer
Fell in love with you
You shine your light in the winter
I’ll miss the darkest view
Now it’s the perfect season
To swim the deepest blue

[Hook: SiR]
And if everything else falls apart
I still have you
If I can’t find my way back home
We’ll make something new
Something new

[Verse 2: Etta Bond]
Now we off, one another
It’s true
Something like no other
Tell me what would you do if she was me
Tell me how would you move if we’re afraid

[Hook: SiR & Etta Bond]
And if everything else falls apart
I still have you
If I can’t find my way back home
We’ll make something new
Something new

[Outro]
Welcome back…
Report
You have completed at least 7% of your journey
Another 33 trillion kilometers to go
Engines at 70%
Shields at 26%
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Initiating hologram

[Verse 1: Saba]
I’m butter like Leopold
Look, I tell em to keep it low
I put all my people on
Fuck, whoever be opposed
Im in a deeper zone than on my last one
Run all of it backwards, you punt
I chose to go for it was in the corridor
Now I’m on choruses (uh)
I can never fold
I’m ’bout my coin like the laundry tho’
I get my paper then adios
Youngin’ with bars like a audy home
Saba but well known like sabido
Sober but got off a addy doe
I tell the truth on like every song
I drop a classic that’s Abbey Road
You can add ’em up
Two under my belt like I’m fat as fuck
You begging for help like you had enough
We really not into that acting tough
Im really myself in this
Im like a out west philanthropist
I write my songs with no cannibis
I’m in the bay bitch I’m tapping in
I coulda made what you made if I signed
I’m a independent young black men
I’m at yo head that’s a CAT scan
Not here to kick it no Jack Chan
Random shoutout to my black fans
Listening to it and yelling out pivot
I’m partially studious, partially ignorant
I’m not here for the 15 minutes
All my team is winning, Imma need a minute

[Hook: Saba]
Yeah this nigga musta lost his fucking head, nigga
Where it go?
Where it go?
Where it go?
Where it go?
(Oh)
Since high school I lost all my fucking friends, nigga
Where they go?
Where they go?
Where they go?
Where they go?
(Oh)
They point to the lame in the year book and be like
There you go
There you go
There you go
There you go!
I guess it’s funny cuz I’m pretty much the man now nigga every
Where I go
Where I go
Where I go
(Oh, oh)

[Verse 2: Saba]
Not to be cocky but it’s a reason they copy me
Copy machine epson, they salty they seasoning
How many times must I do something completely
Out of the seemingly simple
You sceney boy, y’all done seen me
Funny thought y’all was competing
I Petey Pablo my block tho
I raise it up like it raised me
I’m talking clickers and killers
We come from customers daily
I Barnes and noble these pages
My boy from noble he famous
Half of my boys is on papers
The other half on them stages
Yeah I’m sick as the stage IV
Take back the mixing you paid for
You should return all your beats to who made em
Because that was not what they made for
I take my words and I wage war
I’m the best out I can assure
I can guarantee it, I just let it be it
I just say less while they say more
I stand my ground like on a fort
Winning because I am a sore-
Loser I maneuver like commuters
The water prolly bluer in the sewer
They want you to drink it like a brewer
You just blew ya chance like you were Bueller
And ya interest, perfect attendance
Was on the bus but now I’m on the tour

[Hook: Saba]
Yeah this nigga musta lost his fucking head, nigga
Where it go?
Where it go?
Where it go?
Where it go?
(Oh)
Since high school I lost all my fucking friends, nigga
Where they go?
Where they go?
Where they go?
Where they go?
(Oh)
They point to the lame in the year book and be like
There you go
There you go
There you go
There you go!
I guess it’s funny cuz I’m pretty much the man now nigga every
Where I go
Where I go
Where I go
(Oh, oh)

[Outro: Saba]
Yeah there you go (4x)
Yeah there you go (4x)
"Remember that shit? Aye, what up Walt?"
There you go (4x)
Aye aye yeah Pivot Pivot gang

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Mattress, mattress, mattress
Mattress, mattress, mattress, mattress
Mattress, mattress, mattress

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Came a long way from the mattress
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress
And I used to hump on the mattress
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress
My uncle kept O’s in the mattress
Flippin’ the work like gymnastics
Pitchin’ the crack, it do backflips
Po-po was flipping the mattress

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Psycho gun in the mattress
Grandma pass it and he blast it
I came on your bitch, I’m a savage
She stretchin’ my dick like elastic
She made it disappear like magic
Bed bugs crept in the mattress
Came a long way from the mattress
Used to lay on a rug like Aladdin
Yeah, huh, now I’m like King Tut
You cuffin’ that bitch but she smuttin’
She fucked the whole block, I ain’t bluffin’
Trap Lord meaner than the mug
Wake the niggas up like Folgers in a cup
Tec go buh-buh
Don’t ever let it get fucked up

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Came a long way from the mattress
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress
And I used to hump on the mattress
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress
My uncle kept O’s in the mattress
Flippin’ the work like gymnastics
Pitchin’ the crack, it do backflips
Po-po was flipping the mattress

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & A$AP Ferg]
Did backflips on the mattress
Did mad shit on the mattress
Where the magic happens? On the mattress
Two ratchet fat chicks on the mattress
A nigga stash G’s in the mattress
Fuckin’ all they bitches on the mattress
Bendin’ all these bitches over backwards
LSD and the acid
Wrote mad rhymes on the mattress
Fuck mad times on the mattress
Only thing in my Margina mattress
‘Cause I (came mad times on the mattress)
King size bed full of ashes
She smoke on my dick and don’t pass it
I fuck mad dimes on my mattress
I fuck mad dimes on my mattress
Ass fat but her titty plastic
What can I say, man? I’m a jiggy bastard
Pretty motherfucker, I think I should join a pageant
For the salad, put a hole in his cabbage
(Niggarace, new Versace) ‘Preme or the Palace
Fuckin’ models, I go in schemin’ on the talent
Cover of your favorite magazine and I’m stylin’
Fuck a horse-face bitch, but her body like a stallion
She swing on my dick like she Tarzan
Call me Coach Cartier ’cause I’m ballin’
My stones look deformed like retarded
What’s the name? (Those Balmain?) How you call it?
She suck on my dick while I’m yawnin’
She missin’ the D, now she moanin’
Her ass fatter than Action Bronson (pause)
She top me like top of the mornin’
Niggarace told me to, oh shit
Niggarace told me, give me Rocky
Cause you know it’s Flacko Jodye
Icy papi, while you watchin’, copy, niggas copy copy
I ride down, sloppy toppy
When she love a nigga mane, we them niggas now
International, had em going wild
Trap jumpin’, nigga, block bunkin’ nigga

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Came a long way from the mattress
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress
And I used to hump on the mattress
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress
My uncle kept O’s in the mattress
Flippin’ the work like gymnastics
Pitchin’ the crack, it do backflips
Po-po was flipping the mattress

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Flacko always sleepin’ on the mattress
Waking up late or even absent
Came a long way from the mattress
School of hard knocks, graduated with my Masters
See the kids jumpin’ on the mattress
Came from the gutter where the trash is
We was sleepin’ on the pissy mattress
Guess you could blame it on our inner-city habits

[Intro]
It’s another one

[Chorus]
I got that juice
New AP
She got that juice (ju-juice)
She got that squeeze (squeeze, squeeze, squeeze)
She got that whip (whip)
I’m on them skis
I got that drip (drip)
I’m overseas (seas)

[Post-Chorus]
D-R-I-P-P-I-N-G
I got that VVS I-C-E
Ooh, frozen like a cooler
Juice, blame it on my jeweler

[Verse 1]
I got stones on my neck (ooh)
Blood on my set (ooh)
Water on my wrist (drip)
Put glitter on my bitch (ju-juice)
My ex was a waitress
So I gave that hoe a tip (ooh)
My ex fucked a lame
Now she workin’ double shifts (no juice)
Our money ain’t the same
You a lame, and it clear (ooh)
I did ten mil in 11 months, not a year (juice)
I gave fifty racks in the club to appear (ju-juice)
I blew two mil on my dog for a pill

[Chorus]
I got that juice
New AP
She got that juice (ju-juice)
She got that squeeze (squeeze, squeeze, squeeze)
She got that whip (whip)
I’m on them skis
I got that drip (drip)
I’m overseas (seas)

[Post-Chorus]
D-R-I-P-P-I-N-G
I got that VVS I-C-E
Ooh, feels like a cooler
Juice, blame it on my jeweler

[Verse 2]
Aye
Bright banana Porsche fresh off the runway
Monkey-ass niggas, I think y’all all bapes
If I see you won’t speak, I’m on my Cardi B
Shorty got that night-night, put your ass to sleep
And my label say I got the juice (juice)
Hol’ up, aye yo, Gotti, who as hot as you?
You’ll avoid talkin’ money, know there’s too much juice
You may see me with security, but know I’m the one shootin’
I been a boss all my life, I made a millionaire or two
And you might see me in a coupe with the disappearing roof
I had packs, I got plaques, you get taxed for the juice
If you ask, you get facts, I’m at Saks with your boo

[Chorus]
I got that juice
New AP
She got that juice (ju-juice)
She got that squeeze (squeeze, squeeze, squeeze)
She got that whip (whip)
I’m on them skis
I got that drip (drip)
I’m overseas (seas)

[Post-Chorus]
D-R-I-P-P-I-N-G
I got that VVS I-C-E
Ooh, feels like a cooler
Juice, blame it on my jeweler