GONE WITH THE WIND / DREAMIN' (feat. Pik da Geek & Chrissy J)

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Back like I never left
Following my heart, don't go hard the check
At times it wasn't smoov I would awkwardly step
Who remained? i'm insane wit' it
You awful at best
Attacking all the rhythms like a nigga is starving to death
Kill shit took a break I assault em for prep
No pot to piss so we bargained for less
A guillotine you vector knives Im sharper than them
Revoir! I'm gone wit the wind
Putting on my dark frames
Money change palms ain't crying over lost change
I wasn't chained like Dufresne but I saw shanks
We Trauma bonded so my pain is my dawgs pain
Had the Ox, Percs, yellow lean fore I sparked dank
Reach a bizzare place when I paint
Momma here wit the appalled face
Catch a heroin high off the cup
Shit done got hard remain tough
Times change in return it changed us
You Can't duck this
Damn near self destructive
Cougar on my line say I'm that the one that she f*ck with
Sipping on some Privilege sorta like white justice
Barely getting high these days I malfunctioned
Hunnid miles & running trying to make it to the top
Straight off the block
Feet don't fail me now
Run down on the money, don't stop
Shooting for the moon
On the hip, two Glocks
Pepper soup wit the rice
Classic as ever you know the vibe
Throw Presidentials up in the sky
And my endeavors we leveraging for the pie
Know the real love it
As kids we used to smile now we mean muggin'
Before recreation we had the weed smuggled
Talking sideways I'd advise that you flee from us
Leeches be calling me when they need sumn
Fool me again
Screaming shame to the world
If I leave mother and girl get the pearls
A Man of word
Standing firm
(So shall it) So shall it be my seed the second return
Me and the bottle like Eazy E wit the perm
You throwing subs but I'm ahead of the curve
(Slice, slice) niggas is gabagool to the birds
Verbally slain burgundy stains on his
Ayo Dan, new tape? tuff tuff
Loving all the new music ya feel me?
But that last thang it was a lil too rough
More SMOOV. bro
More SMOOV
Hunnid miles & running trying to make it to the top
Straight off the block
Feet don't fail me now
Run down on the money, don't stop
Shooting for the moon
From the hip, two Glocks
New Sean Combs & the Rolls' won't stop
Kickin' all this dope til' my goals on lock
Call me Ronaldo with the shot
Yeah, million dollars when I drop
Staring analyzing
Grippin yo thighs while driving
The most thorough outta my patnas
Me and baby be with the bucks like Ibaka
Right or wrong, don't give no fucks she a rider
A Bonnie and Clyde
They categorize it as toxic
Argue bout stupid shit, but we bonding over fly shit
Babies on babies funded Four-Hundred K deposits
Manifest the whole sha bang with my empty pockets
Her guard up
I locksmith it
I don't got bitches
Knock it out the frame
Not out the picture
From our first exchange
I was fuckin wit ya
Ya body flames
And your mind exquisite
Jersey shore, got the blankets in the trunk
Talks about plays outta state turn you on
Put on the radio they play our favorite song
Act like it's new but girl for you I sing along like
I-I must be dreaming
The one that got away
I could see it on they face
You a summer night in Vegas
Imma take a chance wit you
Tryna make some plans you
For sure

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