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wear it Air Force one
My bars stupid they put in the sped class
Jay finna give me the crown forward pass
Freshman but beneath me underclass
Ice wrists

number five, your own supply
Is your downfall, air went outta roundball
Karl Anthony Towns to town junkie they found dog
Floundering down and out in

Turning right
Not in sight
We alright
Got a shot
See a light
It's the motherfucking finish line
Out of nowhere flying in the air
Hit from a blue shell

the iron man, I will supply these ropes
To pull my people back up when there down, in need of hope
A different kettle of fish, I flow like I'm iron born
But

ona rise
Getting heavy da supply up
Money be da main reason 
Niggaz break ties up
Attention be da main reason
Niggaz hair dyed up

Hustled hard ina

with them
And by them
I mean the people that you grew up with
And you would give a rib for
The snake from the Garden of Eden
It bit them
They're the ice

air supply
Both hands high
Explaining how I came unstuck in time
So ain't none of that mine
Eight lives down 'fore he
Thought 'bout number nine
'Fore he

my bunny fur white
I keep my shit clean
Gotta look good for the chicks
Know what I mean?
I keep the hop hip, by the way, I hip-hop

Doc Sipps'll get

you like
Balenciaga shoes, Valentino some light
Hit the diamond district up, drip you down in ice

Put you in the air, G5 flight
Let me know where you

I see
No Tennessee

Girlie, I've been outside
I be turned by myself, I'm a damn vibe
No lie, I'm the plug in the socket, I got supply
I can see

doesn't matter if I never get on iTunes
I supply you with the best lines
And I'm making you surprised like I snuck up right behind you
I made a promise

on UGK, Scarface, Chamillionaire, and Tuck
Hit the Southside like Lil Keke
They like Man Hold Up

We got the meds to supply like doctors
I'd rather unlock

In the cockpit, I'm the pilot
I guide the missile, this a rocket
Intro the album, this shit is flawless
No physical copies, it’s not at the market

goes into this shit ya feel me?
Let's go get it yo

Verse 1: (All White G)
Achievements on my lap I'm pursuing my careers
Never been scared not even by

[Puff Daddy]
Ladies and gentleman
(Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time)
One-two, this thing on right here
(We ain't gonna stop)

Gentrified? Watch the choppers in the skies
No supplies, devils in disguise
Spinning stories on my people's lives
Standing by while they just letting us die

the bar, spittin' bars at the bar
Go to the bathroom, take a shit, then I hop in a Uber car
Too bizarre, you know who you are
You should get hit by

Hol up bitch roll up bitch
I'm so lit this shit hit
Bitch u thick let me spit
2 hoes gon double Dutch this dick
Uncuffable in this bitch
Got fake

These Niggas sad cause I don’t rap like them 
*laugh* ya man what the hell wrong with y’all?
I write hits with my  left, I guess I rap Southpaw 
Drop

Typical hater 
Fake words masked by a traitor 
Omg I'll see you later 
Lyrically none plainer 
See you later Alligator 
Hit you with a taser 
I'm a ball

hit you
Soon as you said it, you regret it
I keep my chest like gas stations unleaded, fuck you
Shit's Breaking Bad in the hood, man
It's all good

all, I'm out of use

I'm a bit out of tune
You can't get out of you

With the golden giraffe eating golden teachers by the lake

We just hit up lakes,

Intro:

NYC
NYC, it's hell of a place to be
Come inside
Wanna know? Let's go

The Big Rotten Apple surrounded by runaways, connected by bridges

think of an album name
Questioned the connection like a membrane
It's insane
Then it hit me
Like a hurricane
Each track was a daydream
Resulted in a brain