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the one
She number 5 
Don't think it'll be one on one I carry the pipe
I got a coupe and it's white like Christmas 
Gold on my frame and the shit by

Back on track like we switched lanes
Derailing trains
Get out our way (Get out our way)
I ain't got nothing to say
This evil I slay
I only forbade

Cheshire cat
Done rip your soul
Don't turn your back
Don't turn your back

Car rolls by
Move real slow
Fade it to black
Fade it to black

But

impossible, watch me create
Inspired by legends like Wayne on the track With my unique style, there's no looking back
I'll hustle, I'll grind, I'll make it come

fashion like Balenciaga
I got bars like Fort Knox and I go for my gold
The game is always sold, never is it told
I'm a track star but you won't catch me

to act
And I kill a beat
They dont know how to react
Im making a track
And im pulling her tracks
Im proud an im black
And im beating her back out
In way

won't know me by my skull or my rib
Locked in, clocked out
Yeah it is what it is

When it all boils down there's nothing but bones left
When it all

save me
She wanna jump in the back of the Bach, I told her maybe
I'm in the trap, got these numbers goin' crazy
Track one, track two, it made me
Track

*CLOVER NELLA EXTRACT: DNA/that stuff you know ;)
*P.O.V.: point of view
*GOD: the almighty creator

Written by: Clover Nella
Track 5/8 - Backseat (Clean

Do what I want Can't tell me nothing 
I got it all, y'all niggas fronting  
Do what I want Can't tell me nothing 
I got it all, y'all niggas fronting

There's a dew in my horizon, I'ma have to go get it
If I'm stickin' with the rappin', I better have my clearance
Back on track with my comeback, no

down travesties
Of another undiscovered prodigy
Logically off the leash
Modesty's common to me
But Honestly nothing
That I've ever seen tho
Ironic that

Niggaz Talking Bout If It Ain't Bout Money
I Like 5 10 & 20's I Love 50's & 100's
I Don't Do This Shit For Fun & I Don't Play Not For Nothing
Said I Just

than swappin' out the roach for the next wood
You won't make it into Hollywood by sittin' on yo couch
Trying nothing outta bounds
Make like Mario

from a fall?
What inspires you? is it love? Is it hate?
Truth? Power? Is it nothing? Is it all?
What inspires you? Is it sex? Is it greed? Is it fate?

yeah I get it out da snipes
Yeah Got ya and dont u dare fucking with a real G
Stop ya before u get laid down by a LOC
Yeah some would say you shoulda

3d huh
So I'm back bringin the 90s flow on the track
Put your hands up then wave it like that
Up and down through the crowd the drums are real fat

holding hands
It's either sink or swim and nothing really go as planned
But for you, you gotta show almost on command
If I settle where I am, I'll be damned

I go by Whitty and I put on for Fadedboys
Also put on for the city and I’m making all kind of noise
My grandma see’s I’m doing good she said that it

fortuitous
Supercalifragalisticaladotious
When you asks bout the kid she gone say it's nothing
When I have her by myself boy you know she bussin'

Your girl

As the fog begins to clear, they see the prodigy that lives in me
A king born to make a name it's something like a prophecy
I'm told to stop and wait

Come on here we go
Let's set it off then
Im gonna spit it raw
Like a dick with no condom
Im gonna fuck em all
Like a dozen nuclear bomb hits

to war and we come back tenaciously 
I smoked an ounce by myself call it therapy 
Came out of therapy with a new recipe 
Man it's so crazy they'd call it

Amazon
My city became Babylon
Matter of fact reverse my snap back snap my back pack if I snap on a track it's a wrap No cap
Big facts 6 pack cracked one