Crash Out!

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(I'm on some outlandish shit)
(yeah)
(okay)
I said fly me to the moon, don't need no test drive
Connected with the plug, bitch I feel like best buy
Popped out with the golden glock, suppressed just like golden eye
When I put up on a show, it's not like 4th of july
(okay)
Apply the pressure
Stay fly, forever
Might just crash out, nah this ain't no fender bender
Prepared for any weather, my heart cold like december
That boy light like a feather, so we put him in a blender
Had to take his face, ain't no got ya nose
40 poppin 4, you can get ya 4 for 4
Hangin' with the killers, everybody john doe
Keep my bread spreading, but this ain't no penny loaf
Blow that boy knee out, now he look like derrick rose
I'll never show my hand, I'm sayin' I'll never fold
Didn't pass the limitations, I can't talk bout' what I sold
Getting money is all I do, this shit never get old
Got a long life ahead of me
I be talking to god, can never remember what he say to me
Something like, just spread your wings my son & it will set you free
I'm scared to fly but if I try and die, I hope that you remember me
Try to lie, then it comes to truth, it's in the destiny
Make 100k it still don't feel as good as the
ecstasy
My dawg still sellin' dog food, must be in the pedigree
All I sell is love & truth, dear lord why do I got enemies?
Cause I lost my identity
Started drowning in hennessy
Hit her with that drunk text back, this thug tendencies
Moving like a president but can't go out like kennedy
You say you ball, well then let's ball, but I'm not calling penalties
I said fly me to the moon, don't need no test drive
Connected with the plug, bitch I feel like best buy
Popped out with the golden glock, suppressed just like golden eye
When I put up on a show, it's not like 4th of july
(Okay)
Apply the pressure
Stay Fly, forever
Might just crash out, nah this ain't no fender bender
Prepared for any weather, my heart cold like December
That boy light like a feather, so we put him in a blender
And could I break your heart, but what's that to a killer?
I could get you drunk baby, but what's that to your liver?
I could show you, you but tell me, what's that to a mirror?
Like a mailman on them roads, I had no choice but to deliver
You riding waves I made, like a surfer to quicksilver
I hope my stars align, yeah just like the big dipper
Not making it by 25, leaves a bad taste in my mouth, and I'm not talkin' bout no malt liquor

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