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Bands over bands, what's the plan on the weekend? Shorty got a man but my plan's intervening Throw another grand if you think it's still even Call a ambulance if you see I'm still geekin' Burning through this bread like a brand-new toaster Burning through this bread while we sniff out these posers Burn it to the ground like a controlled fire Burning through this bread with my financial advisor I ain't no people-pleaser I'm not spinning at your party in Ibiza Thirteen-hour flight for some VCs who don't need ya Private jets, we all know those be the demons CO2, VOCs, tell me what I'm breathing Ancestors, tell me now if you think I'm tweaking Still adjusting to the time, feeling all four seasons Burning through this bread like a brand-new toaster Burning through this bread while we sniff out these posers Burn it to the ground like a controlled fire Burning through this bread with my financial advisor Never had a friend be as friendly as BenG Can't wipe off the grin after seeing where my ends meet Jumping out the gym, I put gems in my wristpiece I won't drop no gems 'til I feel like you're listening Yeah, loaded TEC Sitting where they won't expect I'ma guest on Bouldercrest Respect but they know I'm west They ain't coming to see you, Otis You can tell they want the best You ain't ever gon' see my motives You ain't ever gon' beat my motor You ain't ever gon' reach my opus But for trying I show respect You don't really wanna eat that smoke up gon' die if you hold your breath No time to geek, don't roll up That fire on me, don't roll up I thank God He linked the bros up Every time I hold that check Bands over bands, what's the plan on the weekend? Shorty got a man but my plan's intervening Throw another grand if you think it's still even Call a ambulance if you see I'm still geekin' Ancestors, tell me now if you think I'm tweaking Still adjusting to the time, feeling all four seasons Burning through this bread like a brand-new toaster Burning through this bread while we sniff out these posers Burn it to the ground like a controlled fire Burning through this bread with my financial advisor Suddenly there's no more gasoline No neon signs that read "We're open" A poor connection One bar lecture Two bars down You could hear her on the phone