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in the motorsport (Skrrt, skrrt)
Holes inside my shoes
They used to laugh at me way back then
All the things I couldn't afford
When I look back, you

respect it
Back on the scene now shit get hectic
Murdered the booth now they call me a felon
You got sticks boy
We got sticks to
We don't miss boy
We gone

tacky gems
Always keep it 10 by 10
Tell me is this something worth fighting for
I been in the field like I'm mighty morph
We been out here workin running

wanna be?/
You tell them what you aspire towards, they make you fall of a cliff/
Got two faces, surrounding you with negative energy/
The other side is

red lights
Tell me stop cause I'm killin em
Got chains like a millions
Lames they not feelin em
But tell em keep hatin
Praying on my downfall, tell em

Hopeful days, they floating my way, got a
Long road waiting, yours for the taking

You could always come home. You could always come home
They miss me

be the GOAT
Whеn I leave the lеague

(Damjonboi) puncher next to me
Made a hundred off the dark web
Doggy got that fake Bape
Hundred for a shark head

want Barry Allen
I gave you Bruce Wayne
You treated me like Jimmy Fallon
Not in yo League
You say I'm not in yo league for real
I run the league
You

attached
She just want to fuck ‘cause I’m to the max
Just so you know I got that
Package on the way now i think I trust her
I can fuck her where I stay now

Start from off the top, tell me what to do
Hit the running man, in my jimmy choos
I give everything that I have, what I gotta lose
Get all

booty 2 butts
Hit you in yo partners definition of a crew cut


Panoramic roof
New designer shoes
I’m in red bottoms
She in Jimmy Choos
She gone roll me

Panoramic roof
New designer shoes
I'm in red bottoms
She in Jimmy Choos
She gone roll me up with
The back side up
If I get a grip I pull the tracks

niggas they just really wanna be me
But you can never last a day in my shoes
Wedding day ima buy you jimmy choo
When I'm stepping my shorty step to
And we

Bastard

Tyler, the Creator

Bastard

2009

This meeting just begun, nigga I'm Satan's son

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent
That I got love for my mother, none of you other

Yea
I'm too smooth
You always wearing frames like you way too cool
Balenciaga step we not allowing Jimmy Choo
They always give me credit I ain't

Listen to Me Now

8Ball & MJG

America Is Dying Slowly

1996

those who be slippin' 
Creepin' while they be creepin' I be enterin' 
Into them silently violently that's not me 
Quietly you'll never know I'm in your

plays on the cloud
Niggas had they lil fun, im running it now
Saigner told me that im really him no doubt 
You can never be gang we know what you ‘bout

Maybe I should go by Megan
Let me leave
Cuz I ain't part of yalls equation
Lemme a trip…
Know a nigga out in Tucson
Big Jimmy no neutron
Know a guy in

rather hitchu then fade away
dusse in my gatorade 
jersey fit me like its Taylor made
you prolly seen me out wit open arms 
or big numbers by the shoulder

me alone (Nah)
You said you'd always be right by my side (But)
I got this feeling I can't hold on (Nah, Nah)
I got this feeling you might be gone

Yeah

We cop new timepieces when these fools deny Jesus
Hate is a sin dog, be real
(I got my hand on the pump)
You on Twitter in your feels

Okay, Okay, Okay
You know
Now that we got it established that this is not your ordinary
Or original gospel album

You know

We gotta talk about these

mine, tighten up, or you gone have to pop me
I'm still running, this marathon isn't finished
Stay focused on my mission, endurance matching my wisdom

Ransom money put some racks on my feet
Put catier on her earlobe
Go to patillo
Me and Huncho Smoke a fat one
I remember the last run
You know you got hit