[Chorus: Niteboi]
When it got bad, some feelings evacuated
My pardon on that
I be too mad, I be too agitated, and I been sick of that
Yeah, I do the math, all my shit calculated
Trying to get out the trap
For some of these things that I been contemplatin'
My pardon on that

[Verse 1: Niteboi]
My pardon on that
No more in the bag, yeah
The cat, I'm sayin' it's out
Hold up, I need to relax, uh
Give me the strongest pack (Huh)
Trying to hit up LAX
I'll go out west and ship the Lex' to dump this song straight out the back
My pardon on that
Ain't got to my racks yet, still hidden on maps
I guess I ain't make enough racket
Could've sworn I was on that
Sort through the old and new
Nite, no one as cold as you (Right)
Do what you 'posed to do (Fight)
Yeah, right
So, when you add it up, you see it's certain, not a toss, yeah
Ride 'round in that JZ, style cold, you see the frost
Don't mind my pipes, yes, they blasted and they clap when I pull off
I know you might guess what time we on, but you gon' take a loss
Beatin' on my chest while I scale up this empire, King Kong
NF ain't flightless, since 2016, knew this lasting long
I can't digress, so when shit make me mad, I go off (Mm)
[Chorus: Niteboi]
When it got bad, some feelings evacuated
My pardon on that
I be too mad, I be too agitated, and I been sick of that
Yeah, I do the math, all my shit calculated
Trying to get out the trap
For some of these things that I been contemplatin'
My pardon on that
My pardon on that
My pardon on that
My pardon on that
(Pardon me sir, would you like to smoke?) (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Niteboi]
Trying to get this bag, yeah
Like free sticks and tags, yeah
She mix the drank, yeah (Drank)
Oh she, bad, yeah
We in the J, whippin' (Whip)
Not a Jag– (Nah, fuck it)
You see the paint drippin' (Drip)
Grape splash, yeah
Out by the lake, chillin'
Smokin' gas, yeah, flicks and kickin'
Day trippin', mm, run the dash, yeah
Hill run and cloud chasin'
Tires stank, yeah
Fill up the tank, yeah
Can't kill a saint, yeah
On big dank, yeah
Sticks and dippin'
Way she movin', tell you I ain't even choosin' (Got me? Got me?)
Know I'm young and wily, what you really doin'?
A– All the dawgs is on a key, they keep thee influence
'Cause I got this tendency to flip, turnin' bottles inside out
Watchin' bitches burn rommy swishers all up in my house
I'm the kid, I'm the evidence, styled by the south
Gotta live and learn, keep it quiet
Never run your, never run your mouth, mm
Reap the streets, this what we about
Uh, gassin' on the green just to weed 'em out (Gas, yeah)
Yeah, blasted to the beat, feet on her seats and couch
Shit, yeah, in the Hennesey
O- O- Okay, let's eat
NF infiltrate, blessings for your seed
Been a seal of fate, steppin' over fear while you imitate
I can't even see her, in a Blizzard state
Ask my wrist, icy, icy tears
[Chorus: Niteboi]
When it got bad, some feelings evacuated
My pardon on that
I be too mad, I be too agitated, and I been sick of that
Yeah, I do the math, all my shit calculated
Trying to get out the trap
For some of these things that I been contemplatin'
My pardon on that, that, that
My pardon on that
My pardon on that
My pardon on that