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[Intro] Yeah (Yeah) Yeah-yeah (Woo) Pa-pa-pa-pa (Yeah, gold on the sound) Yeah-yeah-yeah [Chorus] +21 in the cabin (Yeah), black ML, and smoke on the glass Say what you want, I’m gonna die young, I don’t plan to last The young need a dopamine rush, quick hit, straight to the vein We’re not on a leash, we move the weight, then we slip through the lane +21 (Yeah), black ML, and smoke on the glass Say what you want, I’m gonna die young, I don’t plan to last The young need a dopamine rush, quick hit, straight to the vein We’re not on a leash, we move the weight, then we slip through the lane Yang Rosttt Raaaaaaa [Verse 1] Michelin on the tires, sports cars, yeah, we slide and we race Track suits in the whip, passing by, leaving marks in the place Smell of weed and phones on airplane mode, nobody’s calling my phone Your weight is my work, we got big real quick, now the whole block knows our tone I take care of everyone who fed me as a kid, I don’t leave them alone We—we’re winning now, but back then we were hungry, we had to get on our own No doubt, you’re looking straight, but I’m looking wider, I see the whole frame They were talking fire, but we put them out, now they remember the name (In the cabin +21) [Chorus] +21 in the cabin (Yeah), black ML, and smoke on the glass Say what you want, I’m gonna die young, I don’t plan to last The young need a dopamine rush, quick hit, straight to the vein We’re not on a leash, we move the weight, then we slip through the lane +21 (Yeah), black ML, and smoke on the glass Say what you want, I’m gonna die young, I don’t plan to last The young need a dopamine rush, quick hit, straight to the vein We’re not on a leash, we move the weight, then we slip through the lane (Yeah-yeah-yeah) [Verse 2] I play mafia almost around the clock (Chk-chk), no sleep, no break Vasya, you play mafia at best like a prostitute — fake for the sake Funny or not, these charts were never boosted (Yeah), we built them from zero These sounds, my weights, they’ll blow your little booth apart, leave nothing but echoes This already became a courtyard classic, now every kid knows the line At night I pull up in a black car, and the whole block starts to align This sound comes with restrictions, no free pass, no open door Strictly 21+, strictly for the guys from the streets, who want more [Chorus] +21 in the cabin (Yeah), black ML, and smoke on the glass Say what you want, I’m gonna die young, I don’t plan to last The young need a dopamine rush, quick hit, straight to the vein We’re not on a leash, we move the weight, then we slip through the lane +21 (Yeah), black ML, and smoke on the glass Say what you want, I’m gonna die young, I don’t plan to last The young need a dopamine rush, quick hit, straight to the vein We’re not on a leash, we move the weight, then we slip through the lane (Yeah)