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No Extensions
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Hip-Hop/Rap
No Extensions was released on June 20, 2025 by DRMS as a part of the album No Extensions - Single
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Release DateJune 20, 2025
LabelDRMS
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM91

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DRMS
DRMS
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Stan
Alexander Stan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Skiba
Jack Skiba
Co-Producer
Markus Wetterstrand
Markus Wetterstrand
Producer
Boi Yanei
Boi Yanei
Co-Producer

Lyrics

I feel like I could get this on my own
Everything that’s in my way like a stepping stone
Every time I hear em say that boy he in zone
Promise ain’t no one surprised that I always bring it home
Told my dogs call my phone if you need that link link
All my girls call home when they need that wink wink
I don’t run outta shit to write they say the boy he drink ink
Two legit corporates and each of em is an inc inc
I’m back like I never left
Out this bitch like I never came
I’m sorry baby but that pussy ain’t the same
I gotta pass go, get my dough
We don’t play the same game no
Said I’m sorry hoe
Turned the 10 to 20
Made the 20 50
Collect it every 30
None of this shit is dirty
The pockets flirty flirty get your bitch you better hurry
I don’t repeat myself boy my words are never slurry
Hope what you take away makes you change your mind
Cause the story keeps unfolding just the way I wrote the lines
I said it once before I’m a stand the test of time
Everything all in my sites gone eventually be mine
I think I can
I think I can
Then
Just like that little engine, I told them I could, bitch
Bitch I’m the fucking engine
The keys to keep it revving
I’m into debt collecting
No extensions
No exceptions
All my dogs gone go to heaven
Charging ya’ll my early pension
Past or present same reflection
Need a hammer on retention
I owe myself
Need to get it back in blood
Back in whips, back in trips back to back i’m back in love
Looking back ain’t a fucking thing I’d change
Not a moment, not a lie, not a person estranged
I greened out when I had to clean out
All the ways you mean mouthed
You're full of supreme doubt
Since I been onto everything that you only dream about
Fuck looking like I do it I ain’t up with that fake clout
Whoever said that money ain't the key to life
New exactly what they talking about but couldn't pay the price bitch
I rather pay off Momma's house so she could sleep at night
Shit I rather catch a flight tonight god I love my life
Look at yourself in the eye
Now tell me do you want it just as bad as do I
You gotta put the work in never check on the time
I don’t think you ready now for that sacrifice
Written by: Alexander Stan
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