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stating facts 
Turn my tracks up to the max
I can't do math, But I'm counting racks 
We eating good, I aint talking snacks

American made no french toast

telepathy
These niggas bogus
Bombs away like the seven seas
These drugs won’t get the best of me
Cousin got the recipe
Serve em to the streets
Ive been coping

Chyea
It's ya boy
Take 500
Eh

I'm limited by nothing but my own apathy
Bon appetit, when I been serving you like a platter
I'm about to be

fuckin'
Buzz
I don't do no cripping catch me cooling with my
Cuz
I aint losing control
Stay on track like a hunnid racks
Everybody gon know
Labels gonna

Running round with ya bitch 
She a claffy 
Watch these bands hit the floor
 Like a track meet
Foreign whips 
Leave the road straight ashy
Bring

speak 
I ain't got no limits nah 
And still better than them at they highest peak

We don't back track 
We don't clap back 
We don't fall 
But if we do

thoroughbred feral 
I make you sweat like the subway in the summer
Knock out heavyweight up-and-comer 
Low presshuh front feel it in your bones 
24- 7 rain storm

It's Lowkey and Lil PSVCHO
Gettin' money, smokin' weed and writing music is the cycle
Going hard like game seven for the title
Yeah the flow is

up in this bitch, this that lightwork

My god, oh lord, man I been on my grind
Might have lost track of time
Man I've been up so long, might have lost

and you know imma rock it
Get a baby blue track hawk just for lil cuz
Create my own motion like bees imma buzz
Only got you when that push come to shove

Banz, Banz
I Was Moving Bags in the Trap i Don't Need No Nigga
I Was Movin this Shit on my own
This Weed is too Potent i hop on these tracks ,

risk
I done seen some real shit
Ain't never lacking
Gotta keep that blick
Put a 7 up in a graba
I got bags by the brick
Ya high as fuck exotic weed
One

Fuck going off of the grid
I'm tired of niggas go Off of The Map
Don't track me down or get hit with the gat
How I get covid I just got the vax

the name of this track an rite now that's all i'm doing is making tracks hot as hell fo ya'll to yell to and just let loose and chill cause the world we

trashed me behind my back
He half assed his verse on my track
Even though I gave him the cash
That he asked for to make the rap
And then I put his ass

on the nigga, though I caused it
So I got me back on track, chasing money
Cos if you ain't got it, boy you worth nothing
Time is steady on the run
You already,

And you fuckers just hate it
Damn
I'm just spazzing on this track
If you ain't rolling with me
Then imma say to you "Step back"
I heard that you dropped

troubled by the same
Caged up and suffering in chains
Trapped in a cage, write a track everyday
No respect for the fake, get back on the stage
7 days, 24

And jump in my DMs
Sending me beats like
Me and them could be friends (No friends)
Then they say by the way
You gotta fucking pay
Bro my track ain't even
Bro

something you want do, just so you could win
If I don't make it with this track, then do it again
Closest friends might be hating, I don't know why
I need

Woke up one day feeling sad as fuck
Every day that passes by makes me feel like I'm stuck
My head won't stop reminding me about how much I suck
Now I

Hit the quick stop
Back on track 
Catching my balance 
Dab to the Heisman
Blitz 
Get torched like Theisman 
Got it on lock
Don't try this island

say for the pussy
Fuck niggas go and pay for the pussy
No hair rogaine for the pussy
No math spend cash instead
Making tracks whats
Is that u slave

I got power like I'm 50, pull up with this semi I got power like I'm 50, don't get wack
nigga,  this your ho, she busy, I'm pullin' her
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