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my development
Since Tennessee
Speech got a different swerve
It curves like cursive
Observe how I use these slurs
And verbs in verses
I write with

her mouth off
Lil hoe, shut up
I hop inside the whip and swerve through traffic how I cut up
She tell me I'm too smooth when I speak to her like butter

boo
Push to start inside that Foreign, nigga you's a fool

Two bitches on my dick, I ain't bout to choose fuck by the two
Get brain, get slew, blew me

voice is choice, loading the word into my gum

And I let loose, you hear me clear without a noose
You famine and abuse, you lose by your choose
While we

me wanna lock the door, and
Close all my windows and open the drawer, and
[?]
They all stop,
When I'm distracted by you, or the hands on the clock
Nah,

to race me down
Sliding down the icy tower with a Duffy on
I just did somebody's crown
Swerve away from bullets like my name is Neo
Matrix could never hold

Left her alone and she hitting my phone
I told her, leave me alone
It's time to hop in my zone
Swerve in the lane, I be driving through cones
Can't

vision
When I swerve by Mercedes Benz, you know what I'm whipping
I was curbside, taking risks, pray the Lord forgive me
But it worked out, look at me, now

wit' super glue on her hands
God damn, glad I ain't gotta' go through that no more
Damn, that was a close call with the Po-po
Swerve to avoid hittin'

I'm up high, chilling in the clouds like Bespin
I come by, two slit eyes, they're resting
I got rhymes, licking down cunts like lesbians
Bro text me,

the problem, whoa
Addictions are a real problem homie
Get in gear n' swerve back on the road
I understand what you've done for me
Do you think about what I've

time it is
Motivated by the money and we handling our bizz
Riding through the city candy paint dripping on the whip
I Know niggas riding but they ain't

to y'all,
Sippin wockiana you can tell just by how I walk
Never strap up, just be in that bitch going raw
Asking if I'm up, that's like asking if the winter

a breath of fresh air
Sittin by the fire, johnson's waxed rocking chair

I always tell the truth, so I only choose dare
Pacifist activist, swerve to save

when you quit I can’t relate 
Potholes in the road gotta swerve
All the scrolling on your phone makes it worse
You Try to do it on your own you’ll get

was a man She in and out of state, poppin' check, free band

She's a dream chaser
She flattered by the finer things Gucci, Louis, Prada frames
She love

know me by my 'locs like I'm Mr. Three
Tryna make a big hit bitch like I'm Edward Reed
Hit a hole in one all I gotta do is set the tee
222 bpm it was

get myself up on the billboard
What that foolie thinkin why you ask to swerve my Lambo

Different games and different change in different countries
I

don't ever make sense
I talk about some real shit and you sit on the fence
Want me to stay in my lane, I swerve through traffic
You got the fate

Mmhmm
RCK
Yeah, got me in the blur
Feeling caught up so I wanna confirm
Body go function make me swerve
On a one way flight while you sip and hors

the Xanny
Swerve in a foreign I'm sittin' on candy
Watch
How I get money without even tryin'
I'm waking up to them racks
They say they working they wasting

I work the wheel but I don't swerve
I ain't never been a nerd
Just a geek on da street
Not getting enough sleep
Still waking up hung over, weekend

line, money out to come get me
You just only hate me cause the people fuckin' with me

I ain't even tryna swerve, I just ride like that
Money callin' me,

Mmm mmhmmm yea
Yea mhmm by the way I'm greeny
I say deese niggas ain't trappin'
Dey swear dey is till I pull up wit dat action yea
Put him ina dirt