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these days, it's all about torque
Torque. Torque. Torque
Oh my God
It's all about rotational force against the grid

The resistance is coming toward you

It was tic tac toe
It was tic tac toe
Crossed me out in three in a row
Scissors against my rock and tried to cut me I’m too solid
Ain’t going back

of greatness
When I see shit 
I create distance 
I define resistance against any system 
Designed as a hindrance against my ascension 
Nothing personal I just

it
That C4, street wars, if ya mental timid
(wooo) i never been the type to try
And blow off a hustle (nah)
You the type to tuck ya shirt
And show off

makes your honey whole
It turn your friends against you but im pretty sure you know this
Focus, and run into the spot where the dough is
But, don't forget

and geeking tryna tuck their tail til the coast is clear
No protection you got no weapons tryna poke the bear
It's just me and the money we cuddled up like its

The only constant is change

Don't hang your head low
Raise it up to the stars yo
Don't keep that chin down and in
Always point it vertical
Keep your eyes

a great day, pull out the whips
Who I would go against don't exist, when he switched, I had mine on the blick
He's my fly and I'm 'fraid to admit, I

cookin
Whippin all season Ima natural

When my backs against the wall
There's no one else to call
I gotta keep on moving tall
Can't afford to drop the ball

major
Your narratives don't fit
I kept my chin on high
Then I flooded out my wrist
Dumb fetti its priceless
Put me in my feelings
Tuck me in my bed
Finish

don't who they think I am, tryna say that I ain't him
They won't see me put my head down, won't see me tuck my chin
I done been in situations dog, I'm

I got my chin up high, I'm on a strut to my death
My heart is pounding like I'm up next in Russian roulette
Here's the subtext I'm subject to some