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be outlawed
It's already too late I'm only here to fill a call
Then go back to my origin, seen everything I saw
I've always been advanced started

Glad bag in a trash receptacle
Drive by with five guys
With macs and then we pull
Wake up at midnight
Eat ya
Go back to bed when full
I'll hand a tech

No entity can step to me on the astral mental or physical plane
Try test me on the 3d and I'll straight up take man out of his physical state
Force

laugh
Spent some decades in lab
Wayfair my company bad
The world'll turn and it burn
And that bitch'll never go back
"Who are you?"
"I am death"
"Are you

Follow my dreams or watch Steph live his
You said if Santii's what it be
Then Santii's what it is so shit
Off on a plane I go
Never came back
Became

today
Full speed ahead until my body lift like a plane
Fuck the bad days and stay to wash my dick in the rain
Don't bitch and complain about temporary

100 G'z in my jeans as I board the plane
Drip insane looking like i slang cocaine
These is Levi's bitch I can't fit no balmains
My racks can't fit my

sense of crisis
The media is pumping up our egos with a false sense of importance

I don't care about that plane crash
We all gotta go sometime and death

everything, so I gave you silence
I'm a mess, and I blame it on the mileage
Got the pressure but we never saw the diamonds
Now we're measured by the sorrow

em on a plane up to god have a safe flight
Until they do you wrong you'll never know shit ain't right
Told her I won't see her for some days bitch hang

sense of crisis
The media is pumping up our egos with a false sense of importance

I don't care about that plane crash
We all gotta go sometime and death

groovy type too sticky Brown shit
Feening for a lick so I
Hit up my conect
On stand by no reply
Waiting for a text
Puffing on a stress joint
Just to feel

yeah, aye
Nobody out here be caring bout if I'm okay
I been so stuck that I wanna hop onto a plane
Fly across the country and use that as an escape
I

creatively rearranging the faders
We innovative with layering all the ambient notes
Being haunted by a writer but it can't be a ghost
You're thinking champions

Got paper plans
Soon land we'll be balling
Paper plane my engine ain't stalling
Don't do 50, 60
Me I go all in
Fuck that bitch last night left her

to give
White hancock, throw you cross the Blacktop
You done made a bad choice
Like all these fuckin fat cops
Wanna donut?
I know its low but, so what
Its

her nigga took the pack then I go
Moving to fast but I keep my control
I'm on yo ass but I keep my composer
Field it got range but look small in this

my bag
And y’all don’t wanna see me go brag
I’m fenna pop like someone dad
I came here to make niggas mad
Where I’m from we had it bad
Where you from?

Staring off into a another plane of existence
What am I missing
Why am I resisting
Who is listening
Anybody there
Nobody by my side down for my

on the beat
I'm tryna go on a vacation next week
I'm tryna smoke on a plane and then I fall into sleep
All of my dreams are not cheap
Ambition is currency

or drama queens
No more tv stars, no more fast cars, boats and planes or friendly sayings
No more fans of love, no lord above, no hell below, no place to go

The parts of me I've always seen as
Parts that I should keep shrouded
Today I'm on a jet plane
Bout to leave the town I found a home and family in
And as I

these hoes can’t miss behave
Snatch your neck and leave em plain
Thought that bitch she go by Jane
Other day she took a plane
When she suck she use no

to get ready
Then she leave right after cooking breakfast
Ya bitches trying to hang like a necklace
But I gotta go out and get it
Money is all I can think