I’m off the hinges Whippin’ no engine I took that last shot My night has ended She took that photograph, I told her to send it I scored the phone number, official friend shit I bought that two-six loose grip on a booze trip I dropped the bottle a’int that some bullshit? Fired up a classic but I ain’t stressing out though Bank account is crucial when drinking the right amount yo A sixteen of cider or double of hen rock Could really use another one as I’m crushing my tenth shot Then she approached me on the low key with a forty Eyes wider off the wiser to prepare me for the morning E.GG’s been drinking too much E.GG’s been thinking too much On some real shit I think I shouldn’t link up too much But my peoples is my fam and my fam is my people’s Understand that, people’s is my fam that’s my people’s This day's in the drain, twistin' my brain Hoping this crash don't split me I'll probably get by with chalk on my tires The faster the heavy hits me I'm probably gonna twist my brain Stevie started with the Sour Face The stronger strain got me sitting in a solid state Saved all the memories from when I was in my happy place I twist my brain just to make me feel a lil’ okay And I just have to say expectations are kinda lame So I'll spend another day on what looks like it wastes my mind away And you can't really say unless you up inside the game and play I call my partners, get on the roll, get in the zone and space I guess what I'm just tryna say You put the boys inside a boat and we gon’ float away All while I'm crying steady stressing from growing pains Also adapting, flipping scripts like every other day Like excuse me what did you say? I couldn't hear you with sound of greatness in the way My mommy taught me how to act properly and clean the plate But not how to get up when I wake up in a pool of shame I guess it’s just one of those days I guess that you could say This day's in the drain, twistin' my brain Hoping this crash don't split me I'll probably get by with chalk on my tires The faster the heavy hits me I'm probably gonna twist my brain Mom and pops hailed they way up from the from hot islands Rice and peas, canned bully beef kept me surviving Daddy gone them said he gone a foreign He left the kids, the dog, everybody crying, stop lying Bucked up and kept it running like I'm Usain Bolt I kept the bass pumping Ensure they gotta chase something Still eating hard dough bread, real bun and cheese Smoking herb and on my word no sticks, no seeds 3PEAT guaranteed to give you what you need From the finest breed, making all your girls suck seed On from one person many, word to my creed Yardie born boy, shout out to cousin Steve I got the Dragon Stout stamina, the girls see me in the sheets All this rum and too much fun my days complete Everything was good til my board went in the street God body rude boy never see defeat This day's in the drain, twistin' my brain Hoping this crash don't split me I'll probably get by with chalk on my tires The faster the heavy hits me I'm probably gonna twist my brain

And I'm riding, I’m rolling, I'm coasting The motion is ocean And if you wanna see me you can see me I’m holding something real potent And I'm about to put it in the air I ain't playing, ain't never joking Keep it low key And I know they wanna know but don't know me I tell them bing my phone if they want me - woah I keep it sewn up like a tailor do Check the khakis with the crease and fold Innovators so we castin’ the mold and get it Push it to the limit Nothing else on mind but clockin’ them digits Don't want a thing from you You need to stop frontin’ Now I been toying with the notion of smoking or something Catch a vibe pass out like it it ain't nothing I push record and I keep the shit bumpin’ It ain't nothing to keep it bingin’ Don't come to me with the other cold in the summer Hot as December, but it ain't nothing My shit got mo’ bing, my shit got mo’ bing My shit got mo’ bing, my shit got mo’ bing Hit me on the ring, hit me on the ring My shit got mo’ bing, it a’int a thing I been rolling, smoking potent Steady blowing on the Kush Burning bush, Jesus walks Moses coughing of the wood Lord knows I smoke good Y'all could see me down south Baggin’ up on Beresford Serving work at Hannah's house Meet over by the curb I don't do no in and outs Can't vouch for whatchu heard Niggas thorough ‘round here 33 and a third, time is ours this year 3PEAT, repeat, 3 times, that's clear World Series, come get near we You in presence of a gift Lose lips sink ships And I'm tryna stay afloat Be the man in your boat Yellow rubbers and coat I'm ready for a splash And you ready for a soak Ring my line for the Pepsi Little sexy got a ting Zoot Johnson, Smack Hoppkins Out here with the bing Tryna get at whatcha sing I dunno whatcha saying Got the shit and it’s banging If you need to get zing My shit got mo’ bing, my shit got mo’ bing My shit got mo’ bing, my shit got mo’ bing Hit me on the ring, hit me on the ring My shit got mo’ bing, it a’int a thing Low rider for your Uber provider Two and the driver, I’m cooling through fire Below the heavens, I’m blu with the science Moving the finest of lucrative diamonds Grooving through my interpretation of soup in a pyrex 4K at its widest, dishing you visual diets Forget the ship, I’m canoeing with digital pirates We do business in private until the masses acquire it Like god damn, there they go again up to some fly shit Get yourself a good pill from good folks downstairs Getting higher from all the piff that we’ve been smoking in here Dope in this sphere, global poets, through the smoke I appear Thank my moms, just wanna say I’m really stoked that I’m here Royal 3 sounding like royalty, pure Canadian soil We building off vibes, great times and baked eyes Man you know this ain’t a thing, no this ain’t a thing I got nothing less than bing, nothing less than bing My shit got mo’ bing, my shit got mo’ bing My shit got mo’ bing, my shit got mo’ bing Hit me on the ring, hit me on the ring My shit got mo’ bing, it a’int a thing

Quick question - are you awake? I been the same, butter and salmon on my plate Things are fishy call my mans the other day Hello? It’s getting risky my mind is going blank And they know What’s that? We gone, came back, new songs, new tracks This boats and rafts - owwwwww Basically we wavy Kapsalon, fried cheese, lettuce, minus the gravy It’s so crazy Meet you on the 10th floor Why is it when I buy less I spend more? And be on my fly shit but what for? My momma taught me to hate less and love more I love you mamma! I’m in my home pyjamas Scrambling eggs in a Pyrex like was product Dress code Wakanda In a broken Honda Help, help me Rhonda Beach-side with ganja Boyyyyyyy! Normal days, normal days They used to feel like normal days Normal days, normal days They used to feel like normal days Streets so hot it turn to water Days so long I’m dragging shade Don’t know why I even bother To keep my mind on getting paid Everyday’s withering Wilting since November All the snakes slithering If I took a bite I can’t remember I talk that trippy, let me get sticky with that icky Blowing lots a funk I ride wit legal in my trunk No days are normal ‘Less I'm puffing on that herbal Get it all my cerebral Whatchu thinking now? It's upside down Best forget your thoughts Before you over-drowned Gotta hold it down ‘Cause everyday wont be the same I think your boy dun gone insane These ups and downs Twist and turns These back and forths Left and rights I just want a normal night Oooh shit Im feeling the vibe A night in the street Yeah it’s almost five Get me something to eat And Imma be fine normal a’int new to me Because Imma get mine Give me something to see ‘Cause Imma need something for my entertainment Make a smash with my brothers and a weird arrangement Make it splash like a puddle and the drip amazing In a class of another Never normal, never basic Normal days, normal days They used to feel like normal days Normal days, normal days They used to feel like normal days Streets so hot it turn to water Days so long I’m dragging shade Don’t know why I even bother To keep my mind on getting paid Everyday’s withering Wilting since November All the snakes slithering If I took a bite I can’t remember

Y'all wanna know huh? What I'm up to where am at, and where I'm going huh? Who I'm with and who I’m ‘round We’ll be showing up Can I get some minutes mine? All I wanted was time to call my own Mes toi de tes oignons Please excuse my French But mind ya business I don't need to get a witness When I’m mixing all the business Not a peep from the peanut gallery Keep your two, senseless And don't worry bout the change I'm making, ay ay Don’t worry ‘bout the life I’m living I’m living good and that’s no debate Tune out the chatter Imma change the game Receive the product , split the piñata Proceed to spark up the yoga flame Perfect I really had to hurt ‘em Step fresh and flex with no muscles exerted My beeper beepin’ Missed calls from last weekend I take my time when when I’m up inside the sequence They wanna know what it is What’s good, where you been They wanna know ‘bout my business How I’m living, ‘bout my digits They wanna know They wanna know Eh yo now that Imma fly guy And I fly high Y’all wanna know why Why I fly by Is it the smooth rhymes? Or the new moves? Eh yo money, it’s gotta be them new shoes I took a page out that book, you see The one about you stressing where to look for me He’s the best, he’s the worst, he’s been gone, but I’m first Imma keep that way until you finish up your search Uh oh uh ohhh Where you been at kid? Shit ain’t been the same since you been that kid They wanna interview like the first day of school But it’s on to the next and that’s true what it do They wanna know what it is What’s good, where you been They wanna know ‘bout my business How I’m living, ‘bout my digits They wanna know They wanna know They wanna know what it is What’s good, where you been They wanna know ‘bout my business How I’m living, ‘bout my digits They wanna know They wanna know