Lyrics:
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do playa
Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)
In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)
Do
"I don't have all day!"
I said, then, take our order,
And we'll be on our way!
I wanna get a chicken sandwich
And I want a cheeseburger, too
She's
you ain't gotta ask (Uh, uh)
Way before the quarantine, I was in a mask
Asked niggas for six feet
Pop 'em in the ass you rap it like a G
Wasn't poppin'
tough
I ain't never had no luck, nah
How could you trust
When they counterfeit the love
Ima do it by myself
If I don't have anyone
A
I do the damage
None
to fly-fly-fly-fly, from dirty boulevard
I want to fly away
I want to fly
Fly, fly away
I want to fly
Fly-fly away (Fly a-)
fly-fly-fly (-way, ooohhh...)
my way
Nigga doin' king shit , havin my way
Racks blue just like my jeans
You know I'm having denim
Swerving in and out of traffic
You know
a child
And still the Taxi Driver
Won't give me a ride
He was caught by the traffic lights
And had to slow down
So I opened the back door
And sat my
to make a way
Now i got a money trail in & out the bay
It's only one me im not a clone money make me rock & roll
Keep choppaz rolled if it's war ain't no
This song is for my people
I wanna know where we going
I'm right beside you 07
Street lights twilights
There's a liquor store
By his
the artificial chasm
So they say
Choices are constrained
By circumstance and chance
I can't just sit here and wait
As we all lose
Traffic persists confused
As we
line I jot between got bodies that rot, call the SWAT regime
You lame brain, I'm going deaf towards you ABC niggas
You think on different levels
gone tell you we love ya
I'll watch you learn your abc's and your numbers
Can't wait to see all the things you'll discover
Fall turns to winter winter
me the way, someone please stay
It might be a different shape
or a new way
Wave down!
By now
I can create more indipendent thoughts and I walk with
the elephants
And they paying for plays and traffic
They better off playing in traffic
I've peeped game for a while, I ain't quick to judge
But I can see 'em
straight teethin'
Passenger queen got my leather seats leaking
Wiggin through traffic u know I'm straight weavin
Tell me what you doing for the weekend
Need
oncoming traffic
I don’t know how it happened
I don’t know where I’ll go
I-81 got my guts all on the road
Surrounded by the gas
Light a match and let me blow
and it's all gonna roll your way (I just know it)
Working 9 to 5, what a way to make a living
Barely getting by, it's all taking and no giving
They just
I been trippin on the low
I done poured a four for bro
Niggas switchin on the low
Pockets way pass broke
My lil bitch she tweakin on the low
My
it's still right here, more or or or less.
Stuck out in traffic, ya, I gotta go my own way.
My head is slipping, too intense I need an escape
I'm seeing
hope or change in the lost and found
Murder is a hobby. They lobby for it. 'Cause war is profit
Yet they got this war on profit. I wonder which war is
back and then
It won't be long till I'll be gone
Upon my way again
So I spend my days thinkin' up new ways
To do the same old thing
Seasons come
to the
Looking at the media they say I got a baby
On the way by Nicki I'm
Thinking the media crazy
Young nigga getting to the money
Dreams Worth More Than Money it
don't recognize your face
I need you to find my way I don't wanna give up in this life I made I'm
So close to the shine I'll take if I live by works then
I've picked up a habit of chasing the rabbit
In search of the magic by licking a tablet
I'm driving right past them and they cannot stand it
They'd
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