[Verse 1: SoniYEAH]
And I just fucking dropped out of that goddamn internship
When they roadblock your life, all you gotta do is turn bitch
Knowledge changes by the minute, yeah man fuck this just unlearn shit
College faded from beginning, and my life’s a hell, it’s burning
They say brain’s a computer, moaning guess my brain is dirty
Pick up my flow and grab those bars, ‘cause bitch I am just flirting
Been down with stuff, I’m counting bucks ever since I was thirteen
Hell no, don’t know where I’m headed now, but fuck it guess it’s working
I gave you shit to bitch about, you haters are forgetting
In silence like lasagna but you bitches mom’s spaghetti
Shit don’t turn out the way you likе, that’s fucked up, yes I get it
Don’t need no fans, my homiеs rock, they’re my Rihanna Navy
Thought my life had peaked when I got that job for fuck’s sake
Turned out to be a turning point, how much pain can my guts take?
Drained out my shit, I puked my guts and yet for bucks I must wait
That bitch sendin’ me orders, shut your ass now with a duct tape
Frustrated shit then further got me through hip-hop shit
They don’t believe that Em’s the GOAT, maybe they all agnostic
‘Cause fuck you mean, he’s still on top for me, all you guys toxic
The one who got me into rap, still ruling ov’ my top list

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Baby girl, you know what I like
Baby, you know just what I like
Baby, you know what I like (like like like like like)
[Verse 2: SoniYEAH]
I’m bringing things to life, you never would have imagined
Whatever’s in your mind is what came out of my passion
Tryna diss me, nah bro, got no faith in your comeback shit
“You’re so double-faced, least make one pretty” bitch I ain’t in no pageant
Been low-key for a moment and you sayin’ that you missed me
No variant of myself yet branching timelines could be risky
I just said none ain’t like me, softies now calling me pick-me
Labels everywhere I go, you fuckers need to let a bitch think
Offended by my lyrics? Better call yourself a snowflake
Around me world revolves while y’all still learning how to rotate
Are you an astro in the ocean ‘cause you been giving me no space?
Keep eating shit, this ain’t a diss but yes, your state so hopeless
Okay, highest in the room ‘cause rap is cocaine
I’m in my drug, I’m grinding up, bitches like me got no shame
Freeze up in your time slot ‘cause it’s me, my shit the coldest
All you pussies ain’t got no shit, and you looking for a soulmate?
He asked me if I did this every day, I said often
Been rocking my attitude as if I’m straight outta Compton
My swag never decreasin’, on the daily it is constant
They saw me with my dope shit and they told me that they want some

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Baby girl, you know what I like
Baby, you know just what I like
Baby, you know what I like (like like like like like)
[Verse 3: SoniYEAH]
Writing your bars but your pencil’s pointless
Music is murdered, I’m in-charge of noises
My swag too much had you enjoyed less
This Aza bitch’s words ain’t nun’ to toy with
Narcissism, bitch, my bloodwork got God complex
Spendin’ all your cash on shit, bitch, shop less
Said you came clean? As much as seat of toilets
This life’s a shit in guise of box of chocolates
Bitch I been hustlin’, give no shit ‘bout success
‘Cause once I get it, might relapse, get drug tests
Man, I been setting stores and getting fund less
Reaching followers, ain’t even a hundred
I’m still a teen, already have a merch store
The fuck you mean, leave music, you should work more?
‘Cause what’s your problem? Ain’t this shit my personal?
Flow-biters everywhere these bitches got ‘em all my words stolen
Earn whore, I guess it’s time to change this fucking rhyme scheme
Frozen wrists, get closer bitch, shit’s colder than an ice-cream
Hoes get rich, and those are chicks go over, those are feisty
Tier-listing shit, in business, kids see ghosts, guess why it’s frightening
The way been jotting rhymes, I’m sixteen, right from eight years
I’m not on Spotify, don’t need it, fight me, none can beat here
The way this rap room’s crowded, struggling, tryna find a seat here
Saving stuff for years to come, control-alt and delete tears
Every feature I been slaying, this your track? Guess I’mma eat here
Eco lec attending, while Abel screaming in my left ear
Ranking all discogs on blog, some songs, yeah those are left here
‘Cause bitch just spelled your tiers for you, this lands me in my S-tier
Ahead of time, unlike you guys, I’m seeing my tomorrow
Fighting my wars, wherever I go, my hardships always follow
Them haters ain’t got life to live, all of them, no shit, all low
There’s venom in their words, I make all of them swallow
[Outro: The Weeknd]
All of them swallow
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I make all of them swallow
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I make all of them swallow