Verse 1:

Let it rip, let it rip

Pull up on your block I got the fucking stick

You ain’t gotta tell me I’m the fucking shit

I be knowing that when I be making hits

Pull up on your bitch, she dancing diamonds on my dick, yeah

I be on the way up to her fucking crib, yeah

Now she laughing in my ears, tell me I’m the shit

Yeah I got it, yeah I got it, yeah I got it

Bitch you lost it

Bitch you better move up out my way, I’m bossing

Got the weight up of the world up on my shoulders, I’ll be honest

Never going back on what I said and what I promised

Time to get it popping

Time to snap up on this bitch and get the people talking

I know these fucking people see the clothes that I be rocking

And you ain’t never gonna see the end of me, I’m locked in yeah

Chorus:

Locked in

Locked in

Locked in 

Locked in, Locked in, Locked in

What they locked in? 

What they locked in?

What they locked in, locked in, locked in?

Verse 2:

Locked in, top ten

Boutta start a mosh-pit

Boutta go up to the city, boutta get it popping

Send the addy if you ready for the drop in

Think outside the box before you get all boxed

Lost up in the box and then you lost up in the sauce

Because I cut the fox in half and turned that bitch into the boss

I got the alligator dripping like it’s sold up at Lacoste

I go the water diamonds shipping across the ocean like it’s Voss

I got

I got whips up in the crib

Super simple living, it ain’t really more than this

You ain’t gotta worry how I’m getting where I’m at

All you gotta worry about is that I’m locked in, yeah

Verse 1:

1, 2, 3 commando

3 deep in the Lambo

Knee deep in the bands hoe

Touch down in your end zone  

All I needed was guidance

Spending money no mileage

Spending money in college

Thinking that I could do it all

Didn’t know how to go about it

So I went ahead and wrote about it

Learning life through a different vision

Different breed with the aim precision

Curving women that ain’t listening

Listen baby I’m your missing man

Blacked out but I’m glistening

Shining diamond with the pearly whites

Shining armour like a charming knight

It’s happening M. Night Shamalan 

Running fast, Ramadan

Imma get it on, any day of the week, like

I’m taking a trip with the slow mo

I’m taking a trip to the snow globe

I’m skiing the hills with the hoes though

I glide in this bitch like I’m Frozone

Smoke in my lungs like I’m ozone

Buddy buddy now she bro code

Sipping liquor fucking 4 Loko

Shooting shots like I shoot GoPro

Shordie like me, she say “ooo mucho.”

I’m in the loop like I made loopholes

Who got a flow like me? Who knows though

Mohali winning like he knows though

He got a tape

He got a tape

Look at the way he setting the shape

Yeah, selling this shit

Yeah, set in this shit

Chorus:

I gotta take one step at a time like it’s slow-mo, slow-mo

Now she wanna ride the wave, now she gotta ride the ocean, ocean

All I ever knew was time, and now it slows down

Slow in motion, now I go and slow down

Slow in motion, now I go and slow down

Slow in motion, now I go and slow down

Verse 2:

Stick by the code

Popping a vessel, I let it reload

Stick by the rules

Play with my money, I’ll make you a fool

Pick or the piper, I’m snake and the viper, the money combiner

The money combusting, come bust in your bitch

I’m making a switch, to better the language and better the wrist, bitch

I’m sick of this shit, I’m sick of this shit

Sick of the fake fucks, I’m sick of this shit

Sick of the Benz trucks, I’m sick of the rich

There’s more to life than money in your palm

There’s more to life than money that you spent on these garms

Or money that you spent on these broads at the bars

Like the root of all evil, there ain’t no end

And if you see that, then you gon’ make amends

Woop, woop 

Chorus:

Rocking this shit like I’m rocking the Uniqlo

Plane Jane like I’m rocking the Rollie-O

Rocking this shit like I’m rocking the Uniqlo

Plane Jane like I’m rocking the Rollie-O

Yeah

Plane Jane like I maintain with the swish

Maintain like I’m back on with a bitch

Drip drip like I’m back on with this shit

Skrr skrr then I hop on in a whip

Skrr Skrr

Verse 1:

Yeah, right away to the drip

Now I’m next to the CN tower in the six

Playing this song in the whip and she tell me she loving the rap

Baby I used to like you, that shit is all in the past

Throwing it like I am Brady, that shit is all in the pass

You want to go and embrace me, that shit is all in the past

All in the past

All in my lap

All of the love of my lives

She know that she love me, she love me, she love me for nights

Chorus:

Rocking this shit like I’m rocking the Uniqlo

Plane Jane like I’m rocking the Rollie-O

Rocking this shit like I’m rocking the Uniqlo

Plane Jane like I’m rocking the Rollie-O

Yeah

Plane Jane like I maintain with the swish

Maintain like I’m back on with a bitch

Drip drip like I’m back on with this shit

Skrr skrr then I hop on in a 

*Car revving*

Verse 2:

This is the Uniqlo drip

This is the Uniqlo drip that I got on my bitch

So plain, so simple, I got it popping like pimples

I’m smiling from cheek to cheek

She like how I’m smiling this shit with the dimples

You know that I like it, it’s simple and plain

I’m about to go hop in the back of the range

I’m about to go swerve all the lanes and I’m boutta go drop

Dropping the top

I’m swerving the lanes and I’m back in the spot

I’m boutta go right up, right back to the top

She know that she sliding her keys & she slide in the slot

Chorus:

Rocking this shit like I’m rocking the Uniqlo

Plane Jane like I’m rocking the Rollie-O

Rocking this shit like I’m rocking the Uniqlo

Plane Jane like I’m rocking the Rollie-O

Yeah

Plane Jane like I maintain with the swish

Maintain like I’m back on with a bitch

Drip drip like I’m back on with this shit

Skrr skrr then I hop on in a whip

Chorus:

Taking my girl for the night ride

I’m writing it up with the right lies

I’m smoking it up like a high rise

Side with the cheese and the hot fries  

Bridge:

This is the slap of the century

Posted like Caesar surrounding my enemies

I want the glass walls, the green garden with surrounding amenities

Verse 1:

Look at it

When we fuck, she gon' look back at it

Diamonds they glisten, they cool at it

Smoke all my weed, I’m like "who had it?"

I got the money to go, the cash in advance

I stay shuffling like i’m changing these hands

I bet on myself, I bet on the plan

I’m feeling myself so I know I’m the man

I put on a show

Put on a show when I know I’m the goat

I wanted to show how amazing I am

She wanted me so she part of the plans

She know she a fan 

She know that she loving my life

I might just fuck her and make her my wife

I might just pull up in trucks in the night

I gotta get it, you know I’m on sight

Chorus:

Taking my girl for the night ride

I’m writing it up for the right lies

I’m smoking it up like a high rise

Side with the cheese and the hot fries  

Verse 2:

I am a night rider

Look at the way that I’m out styling

Styling a bitch that I’m out riding

Look at the way that I’m on islands

Back in Bahamas

Back in Bahamas, back and I’m banging your mama

Giving me neck like a Llama, giving me

Giving me neck like a Llama

Yeah, yeah

Fuck it up, WOO

Fuck it up, fuck it up, WOO

Fuck it up, fuck it up, boutta go run it up

Boutta go fuck up the loot

Run it up, run it like Pop Smoke

Take a jet out, trip out to Cabo

And I’m boutta go pop all these models

And I got all my gas on the throttle, like

Outro:

Got the birds eye view, birds eye view

Got the birds eye view, yes I do

And we going up, like I do

Now we up in here, bountiful

Intro:

Yeah,

Wrote this shit when I was, on the metro coming back from work

45 Minute journey so I wrote this verse

Now you’ll hear it all

Verse:

Am I lost in the sequence

Or is the sequence lost in the presence of me?

I can’t rap about homies that got shot or locked up in a cell but I know that there’s a life for me

I grew up in a decent house with not a single drop of poverty

I grew up in a school that handed newest iPads out freely to the kids that complain about whether they lunches got green leaves or tea

Boy, what would I do without this life?

I know I rap about money and the jaded type

But I'm not one to rap about my failures like like they ain’t made for me or I'm cut from a different cloth

Cuz I been through struggles but more of the mental thoughts

and been through struggles when it was tough on the fucking family love 

Or been through strict shit got my parents thinking that i’m the chosen one 

All I ever really wanted was to be the only one 

For the love of my life that left me in the cold, in the dust, and so I took the OPUS one 

Straight to downtown Montreal, I walk around thinking I’m the only one 

Mental struggles take its presence only if I let it

I’ve said a lot of shit in the past I've regretted 

But now I realize I said it just so I could get it

Understand the myth of confusion and how it’s stopping you from where you’re headed

People love to talk louder than you if you don’t express your truth and rock it like you fucking sell it

I can’t rap about the famous type but I know that i’m made for life

I can’t rap about the girls I fucked because they know that they ain’t my wife

I dont rap about being lonely because I’m supposed to be the crazy type

But who the fuck is you to tell me how I should be acting when the stars align

Or when the stars the combine 

Or when I start to die

Or when I look up to the sky and see a shooting star

Call me the pensive poet

Pen to the paper thinking how I wrote it

Lot of paths I could go for but I be sulking knowing that my choice might lead me to this fucking poem

Yeah, this the fucking pensive poet 

Chorus:

Catch me dreaming of the 6 figures

I got 6 wedding rings up on my ring finger

I be married to the game cuz I’m the ring leader

I be at the top while you be at the bottom singing 

Woahhh

Where the fuck did you go?

How the fuck didn’t I know?

At the stop on the road

I cut a right, cut a left and then I’m back on my own

Topping up my whip, I’m cashing all out on all of these O’s like

Woahhh

Verse 1:

Riding it steady, I pop one

Load up the song and I drop one

Want me a whip and I copped one

Shordie she down and she want in

Thing about me is I’m locked in

I’m saying it once, I’m saying it twice, I’ll say it again cuz I promised

Gucci’d the shoes and I got it

Cashin inside of the wallet

Reno’d the Run and I rocket

Empty the bags and the pockets

I want it all, I want it big, so you gotta tell me my options

I want the stocks, I want the crypto, I want the puts & the options

Chorus:

Catch me dreaming of the 6 figures

I got 6 wedding rings up on my ring finger

I be married to the game cuz I’m the ring leader

I be at the top while you be at the bottom singing 

Woahhh

Where the fuck did you go?

How the fuck didn’t I know?

At the stop on the road

I cut a right, cut a left and then I’m back on my own

Topping up my whip, I’m cashing all out on all of these O’s like

Woahhh

Verse 2:

Laugh at the haters call me hyena

Running through hoes I am like a cheetah 

I am a big cat, I am a leader 

Switch up the rhyme scheme, double time heater

I am Mohali

I’m catching a body

I’m shooting at oppies

they call me John Gotti

She calling me papi

I’m back in the lobby

She roll in the molly

I’m deep in the cash like

Swerving the lanes for the fast life

doubling down on my last life

I’m crossing and telling a girl that I lied to her face when I met her in a past life

So I hit it with dat pipe (woah)

Back on the strip that jack of all trades when I load up the song in the whip and tell em i’m making a wave

Verse 1:

Living my life like I’m two face

Flipping a coin tell me who’s race?

I sit in the tropics, I write on a topic, I’m living my life in a new way

I hop off the porch and right in the Porsche, I’m swerving this shit like I blew past

Bank full of O’s and the blue cash

Thankful for blessings that been had

I'm sailing the waves like I’m Sinbad

I’m liking the ting cuz my bitch bad

This is the new age, I’m flipping this shit like the Motorola I did have 

Look at the LinkedIn

Look at the headshot, look at the placement

Two lives that I’m living, got one in the day and one in the night so you know how I’m pacing

I’m pacing through money, the weed, the shrooms, the drinks, the cars, the girls, the bars, the hoes, the woes, the friends with the foes, the enemies close, they closing in

Baby you know what I’m closing in

Run me the numbers I’m phoning in

Sell me the lumber I’m holding it

Sell me the lumber I’m

I’m sliding the keys, I’m running the racks, I’m about to go pop it, you know that I got it, yeah

Boutta go slide on the wave, the boat is out in the tropics

The people gon’ hate, hate to see me win while they loving to comment

Verse 2:

Look at the way that I’m saving my bag, I swerve in the whip

The cookie that crumbles crumble it’s way all the way to the chip

Watch in the whip, bussin it down on the block with ma bitch

I’m peeping the rocks, the trees, the different snakes that be sliming their way to the pits

The different ways

Light up the sky and I drizzle for days

Don't want a fine so I’m switching to Waze

Slide in the dm’s, I’m single for plays

Something seems fishy, I fish the filet

I’m fishing to fuck like I fish for the numbers, she cold like the winter but hot like the summer

I fuck in the back of the rental with tints on the back of the hummer

Feel like I’m running a marathon the way that I’m lapping these fuckers

They gon’ wanna hear this song, the way that we run up these numbers

Chorus:

Back gon’ drop

Back on icy, back on top

That girl like me

That girl pop

Right in tune

I’m right in luck

Writing tunes

I’m writing rap

Rapping once, I rap i’m done

Fight or flight I fight the fun

What the fuck you do wassup?

Where the fuck you at pull up?

Bridge:

Say what I mean 

I say what I do

I’m back with the team

She play with the team and she playing with gang

You know what i’m saying

I’m flipping this shit through the mail

Flavor on flave

Flick of da wrist

Flicking da wrist when i’m shooting a 3 at the crib

You cannot even go, you cannot

Verse 1:

You cannot even go test me what?

Playing this shit like I’m messi what?

Putting her face on my testes what?

Baby you know that god blessed me what? 

Making it big so I’m stressing what?

Count on my fingers my blessings what?

Count on my woah woah

Yeah yeah

Count on my fingers my blessings

Praying to god that he don’t even stress / stretch me

I gotta make it big so I’m gon’ bless these

Blessing these homies around me

Look at the way they surround me

I got my gang and my team around me

You know that I’m playing ‘em, pound me

I’m playing this shit like a Pawnee

Pounding this shit cuz I’m pounding it down

Pounding it, pounding it, pound it down

Pounding it, pounding it, pound it down

I’m planning this shit cuz I planned it now

I’m planning this shit for the future

I’m playing this shit cuz I lose you

I’m playing this shit cuz I lost ya

Lost you once and I lost you twice so I’m back on, back on

Chorus:

Back gon’ drop

Back on icy, back on top

That girl like me

That girl pop

Right in tune

I’m right in luck

Writing tunes

I’m writing rap

Rapping once, I rap i’m done

Fight or flight I fight the fun

What the fuck you do wassup?

Where the fuck you at pull up?

Bridge:

Say what I mean 

I say what I do

I’m back with the team

She play with the team and she playing with gang

You know what i’m saying

I’m flipping this shit through the mail

Flavour on flavour

Flick of da wrist

Flicking da wrist when I'm shooting a 3 at the crib

You cannot even go, you cannot

Verse 2:

I’m wildin’, I’m dripping, I’m stylin’

I’m wildin’, I’m dripping, I’m dialin’

I’m dialing the plug, I’m calling it up

I’m telling ‘em “Bring all dem pounds in.”

I’m bringing the mileage, burning the gas

I’m tipping the dealer at the lounge and

I’m at the casino playing the blackjack

Hitting the 21 thousand

I’m hitting the 21 thousand

I’m saving it up like a mountain

I look at the team they surrounding

Swimming like sharks and they swim in the fountain

This is the way that we doing it

This is the way that we proving it

Proving that we in this bitch and we movin it

Moving it big like a crew in it

Moving it big so you loose like a screw in it