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me moving forward on my grind
I got a skirrt on you
Keeping it straight can’t be crossing that line
no time for switching them lanes switching up teams

on my tip
Hoes like feel then I Stockton assist
It ain't no stoppin' shit
Avoid the potholes, put stocks on the 6

Got Mary blowing Jane
We fucking

keeping it real with me

'Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere
Trying to stay high, as long as we down here
Listen closely, see what we bout here

(I pour up, rose up)
(I pour up, pole tucked)
I pour up, roll up, slow up
And why they be trippen? Just got my jewelry froze up
I pass I assist him

W.R.O.H

Ab-Soul

These Days...

2014

keeping it real with me

'Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere
Trying to stay high, as long as we down here
Listen closely, see what we bout here

I make hits on my own I'm like fuck an assist
Dropped them old niggas, could not co-exist
They made the disses and cooked up some rumors but them

Holding me down, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Love how you holding me down
Never be moving around, keeping your feet on the ground
Ooh ooh, ooh ohh
Baby you holding me

great
Just give me my space
You getting to close
Playing the line but just stay in your lane
I'm back in my ways (back in my ways)
Back in my ways (back

just been keeping distance from all of the lame niggas
From all of the lane switchers tryna take all my money from me
No you can't take nothing from me

naggers on my line they ready to kill
Touch my bitch on her pussy and ask her how it feels
And tell her throw it back and tell me baby it's real
When you

Like Randy Moss in his prime 
With the game on the line 
Make moves last name on my mind 
Young king don’t play with the grind 
Tried to tell me that I

Drive alone, I take off, ain't even tryin
I been swerving my lane, drift the corners, i'm out
Yeah Yeah, Hey hey
Swerving my lane, drift the corners,

for an assist 
I'm hogging the rock,

Hit ‘em with hessi they cannot resist the lane is clear they standing in shock,

Im up in the air like lunar

fell in love the cat just lost it's traction
Bitch
Yeen ain't help me drop nunn of this bread on my wrist
I've been CP3 wit the hoe umma pass off assist

I'm smoking like I'm a Rasta 
Know nigga moving narcotics
I'm zooted I'm out my body
Switch lanes but no Buggati 
Hit my Line cuz you know I got it

Line Painter
Road Striper
Make it safer
For all of those drivers
Lane marking
Straight lining
Keeping traffic 
So well defined

They paint the lines

me on that splashing shit
Miss me with that fake shit
Miss me with that broke shit
Miss me with that lame shit
I be in my lane
On my own shit
Keeping

It's Game Time
Kyrie in the lane, ball hard, watch a nigga filay
It's Game Time
Steph Curry with the trey, that's money, all I hear is ca-ching
It's

My day to day consists of love, even when the sky's gray I assist the dub
But this ain't where I'm supposed to be
So I'm focused on things mean

keeping it loading
All in my zone be thinkin' off rolling
I spliff out to the north pole
I'm getting up close on zoom mode
She feeling on me I do know
If

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

The door stands open -
Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night.
Alone, the possibilities are enormous.
Step

Bands on my wrist
I got bands on my wrist
Is that knicker in a twist
Made that money backflip
You are on my fucking list
Cuz I got niggas to assist

they can't get it all alone
Tell me all the shit ya be on
Need a fix I'll be happy to assist
Nigga they can't tax what I own
Need a plug they can't get

spinning in
You know that I'm winning it
Fast lane hope I don't crash I be winging it
Calling my line why you act like you the bigger fish
Sick and tired