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Bitch don't call my phone
The answer no
I started from the bottom with this rap shit
It's only only way to go
Get on tracks and I up it
Don't like the topic of discussion
So baby lets switch gears for a minute
Barely take pics I'm straight living
Caught up in the moment right
Puerto rico awesome nights
Can't speak on that gotta pay the price
And if I could I'd do it twice
Apple pie had to have a Slice
Praise to the most high I'm lovin life
Just checked into jumper school
And it's just me and shim ice
How they gone check for me
How they gone test the Gene
If my knowledge is higher
I see you niggas balling hard but this just wreck for me
Cause I'm way to flyer way to liver
Real soul survivor
You could catch me by myself
Nine times out of ten I don't call for help
I'm locked in fastened belts
Main concern the health and wealth
Always on to the next
You could have the rest
I bet again with the cards I'm dealt
I eat first you could take what's left
Couple scraps for the scrap niggas
With metaphors and calm finesse
They don't really wanna rap with you I get it though
About to run a pick and roll
Twenty four seven I'm solo
Headed to the cup with some different goals
Can't sleep on bro
Man I'm fully woke
I kind of love when the block is vacant
Nobody standing on the block for payments
Money called had to make arrangements
Real bread you could check the statements
We turn heads interactions gracious
We had lunch now she think we datin
A bad bunch got the baddies waiting
Third leg put her in the matrix she out for counts
Looking for a large amount
Man f*ck the clout
I be with my homie clout
Rolling doobs all day
Probably go and head down south where the love at

When these bitches stop and stare I know that the gear is right
The money cleared
I just made some bands tonight
Can't have no fear
What it is with this shit
Man it's fight or flight
Locked in real one
My Type it's like
When these bitches stop and stare I know that the gear is right
The money cleared
I just made some bands tonight
Can't have no fear
What it is with this shit
Man it's fight or flight
Locked in real one
My Type it's like

Im a goat in and out the booth and all these racks blue I sound like Hendricks
My fingertips got a different hue I'm counting cash for days 
And it's bud that I'm flexing
I roll another one high as heavens
Reign down with the words hope you get the message
I euro step misdirection
Let the hate fly by I'm rarely stressin
I levitate I'm hardly extra too
For lil saint I had to serve the crew
That's matte paint on a new convertible
Wheels roll tide in a crimson type of mood
You niggas can't f*ck with me
Not then not now no way in the years to come
This shit is somewhat certainly
Top five with the style can't play when I hear the drum
So go ahead go dumb head nod
Old school you can't fight the funk
And I keep at least three no franchise
Pro move probably go and up for dunks
Here's a gem before I punch the clock
Keep it trill get bread then you leave the spot
It be hard trying to feed the block 
cause the niggas by your side want to see you rot

When these bitches stop and stare I know that the gear is right
The money cleared
I just made some bands tonight
Can't have no fear
What it is with this shit
Man it's fight or flight
Locked in real one
My Type it's like

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