Shot Clock Violations Tory Lanez

[Verse 1]
Uh
Where did all my exes go?
Textin' X and O's, guess the car drive as far our connection goes
We're top floor, spittin' blessed flows
Extra on the cash, need mine far as extra goes
Off charts, I'm runnin' my way up
Niggas ain't fuckin' my play up
Shot Clock Violations and I'm still chuckin' my J up
They playin' hard, I'm star player, so playin' with y'all feel like I'm runnin' a layup
I'm on top of the globe
And everything I touch fire, hand top of the stove
I go through emotions, but some I'm just not finna show
Haven't I proved to you, I'm always hot when it's cold?
Haven't I proved, nigga, that I always got what it takes?
Ain't no stoppin' or brakes
They tried blockin' my chase
I'm still juggin' in place
Wonder why I'm thе golden child, it's not a mistake
We prеss niggas and speak in code like, "Lock in and sake"
Tryna go up on me, it's like hoppin' in place
I know I'm in—cent
But she just gotta a sort of anger against me—
They wanna kill me, drive by and throw shots at my grave, it's crazy
But all great because I'm gettin' cash money now
Way before, "LoVE me NOw", the show's over a hunnid thou'
It's why I see you niggas now, don't wanna pow-wow
The mic' made me like Mike and I ain't Lil' Bow Wow
Life is all a gamble and you gotta put some thous' down
Win a couple games now and you the man around town
Now you fuckin' pretty brown rounds from the litty town
They hopin' that'll last forever, they don't ever forget you now