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Yeah you know
Niggas ain't never quitting
Yeah you know
We just getting to the digits
Yeah you know
We trying to find another way to flip it
There he

checkings ain't got enough digits 
I got a dream n**** I got to live it
Don't you forget it , cause I gotta get it

I got n***** who overlooked me lookin me

been
My mind fits in all spaces
With no storage in it
In a year, I dropped 2 albums
But the digits didn't
The year ain't done yet
And I ain't even

gameplay

Your digits are pressing all my buttons hard
Life’s not digital, your widgets are incompatible
Checkpoint! 

Everybody has different stories in

got ya believe it receive it
Anything can come true if you dream it
Everybody won’t have your back
Only a select few will stay down like they don’t know

Yawl 4 bangers whip sit still or crawling
Longtime felt like JAY Z Fallen
This for the niggas that's losing
Even on E keep it moving
Select few spots if

about to get that shorty's digits and make plans or something
That's what comes with bein' cool like me
Think he better he can't blow the roof like me
I

clapping it up, gotta get this function on rewind (One time)
Yo bitch tryna grab the remote, but I scene select right to her behind
We back to the fax, she

logical the pen and the ink
I finish in minutes it limits the ways the sinister think
A Queens perspective
The fiends select it
It's coming out the jeans

oats to what
I owe this motion 
Unkowningly I glow
Became ultra in sound
So the sun in me will show
Solar fusion select us
Nature is faith
Grace is

shatter at the truest sight
When I try, to see the time
It's double the fun, I've crossed my eyes
Red digits are burning bright
Four 2s carved into your

the kitty coo too, bro that shit was fittin, 
Was vibin wit the crew too, didn't even hit em,
& Then I caught I blues clue, & hit her wit 2 digits,
 Like bye

my line if you ain't talking business
Drop heart of my city then went low key putting commons between digits
Remember being on my bullshit
Riding round

The Hit Song

DJ Format

Music for the Mature B-Boy

inifinite scripts, like a list, it's from the tip of a bic
Much betwixt my digits less, strictly from the itty bit of sunlight
That manage to slip between

WAKE UP with the DAWN, LIGHT dancing in the LAWN, 
Breathe in the MORNING MIST, where CARES are GONE. 
Digits GLOW on SCREENS, checking DM's GLEAM so