Tory Lanez - Shot Clock Violations

Uh
Where did all my exes go?
Textin' X and O's, guess the car drive as far our connection goes
We top floor, spittin' blessed flows
Extra on the cash, need mine far as extra goals
Off charts, I'm runnin' my way up
Niggas ain't fuckin' my play up
Shot Clock Violations and I'm still tuckin' 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 checks
I'm still juggin' in place