Bands over bands
What´s the plan on a weekend?
Shawty got a man, but my plan´s intervenin´
Throw another grand if you think it´s still even

Call an ambulance if you see I´m still geekin´

Burnin´ through this bread like a brand new toaster
Burnin´ through this bread while we sniff out these posers
Burn it to the ground like a controlled fire
Burnin´ through this bread with my financial advisor

I ain´t no people pleaser
I´m not spinning at your party in Ibiza
15-hour flight for some VCs, we don´t need, yeah
Private jets, we don´t know, those be the demons
CO2s, VOCs, tell me what I´m breathin´

Ancestors, tell me now, if you think I´m tweakin´
Still adjusting to the time, feeling all four seasons

Burnin´ through this bread like a brand new toaster
Burnin´ through this bread while we sniff out these posers
Burn it to the ground like a controlled fire
Burnin´ 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

Jumpin´ out the gym, I put gems in my wrist piece
I won´t drop no gems till I feel like you´re listening
Huh, 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
You 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 a weekend?
Shawty got a man, but my plan´s intervenin´
Throw another grand if you think it´s still even
Call an ambulance if you see I´m still geekin´
Ancestors, tell me now, if you think I´m tweakin´
Still adjusting to the time, feeling all four seasons

Burnin´ through this bread like a brand new toaster
Burnin´ through this bread while we sniff out these posers

Burn it to the ground like a controlled fire
Burnin´ through this bread with my financial advisor

Suddenly, there is no more gasoline
No neon signs that read "we´re open"
A poor connection
One bar lecture
Two bars down
You can hear her on the phone