Music: A. Graham
Emiliana, it's been so long since you texted me
I finally took a break, and now I feel like I'm on ecstasy
You say what my work means to me, will one day be the death of me
They tried to kill me once, but darling, you just resurrected me
Reach me, baby, call my phone and say you need me, baby
I'm so green, you gotta teach me, baby
From Vancouver, you a BC baby
Pull up Maybach, beep-beep, baby
And my shit came with the heat seats, baby
Swear my label gotta free me, baby
Blow on me just like some green tea, baby (ayy, ayy)
Ayy, buried alive, someone come dig me up
If I call up your shawty right now, she picking up, yeah
You boys got big off my name, that's big enough
We know how you OGs rocking already, my niga, the jig is up
They say the truth will set you free, well, mine is gon' stream while you watch in HD
They say that karma could take an eternity, yours is dropping the same night as me
Funny thing is that they aingt gon' compete, you gon' get yours while I'm doing me
You gon' get yours while I'm doing me (ayy, Janice, shut the fuk up)
Reach me, baby, call my phone and say you need me, baby
Thought they had me in a deep sleep, baby
I'm still scorching hot in these streets, baby
Pull up Maybach, beep-beep, baby
And my shit came with the heat seats, baby
See-through shirt, I get a sneak peek, baby
Blow on me just like some green tea, baby