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routes & I’m Moss on the play 
Ima boss in his hay 
Don’t get tossed in the bay
Crossing em out
Bring the cautioning tape
Not my fault this is fate
What it

serving for a while, but I'm gunning for the crown
Every win I get I'm proud, soak it up
Cause by tomorrow we go straight back down
Flying higher than I

flows by myself
Pour more go go gadget
I'm in Slow Mo
4 More bars
I got double though
And a couple hoes
Running in yo door
Running to the dough
Running up

I face flat
No face time rather break lines
Like I break lines cut the brake lines
Let them crash out Imma cash out
What's my sleep count? know what

My god

Do you
Remember when you had me by the throat (wow)
Do you think you really wanted me to choke
(out)? You gave me one last breath
Then you

A pimp name Lucky could've fucked Virgin Mary
Show the feins manners thank you sir come again
If yo bitch wanna leave you let that bird out the cage

my confidence is mid?
You can’t bring me down
To extinguish my english
Don’t point your fingers
I break em’ at the knuckle
I take out gay rappers

Like you pushing that p yeah
Yeah I'm in the ghost yeah
Hopped up out the rolls yeah
She come in three point one four seconds
Call that cream pie yeah

say a woman can’t raise a man
Okay, if you say so
But, I bet a Diva can
And I’mma show you just how she do it! Knock em out son!
Aye! She work hard
She

like yours that
Left no space for a breather
Then Skepta comes around
With a flow that breaks down
More times than a P-reg Vauxhall Tigra
To book Skepta

prominently featured
Did I pass, or did I fail, even by taking this class
It all in one thing
Two letters U-P
Up, up, up
And that spells up
And that's the word

shoes guaranteed it'll break you
Mentally ill everyday i'm confused
Might as well be ill when I spit achoo
My fault did I just get you sick too
Good cause

Hey yo Blaze! Hey
Check this shit out man swivel
Gave me this beat, it's
Some old school shit
Man! I'm thinkini'm thinkin we need
To ride on them

on the socials, posting R.I.p
Now you gotta sleep with one E-Y-E or D-I-E

Look, jump out the ride, get active, chef up the ride for different crashin'
Yo, four

the classics
Became  friends and much more in an orderly fashion  
Tried to break her out her shell, and help explore for new passions
This before my old lies

johns  
(did he ever read the bible?)  
Nah, D was never po' in songs  
Strictly out for makin' cabbage  
He'd break and damage  
Coke up his nasal

Turns out there's no bluff
Pump you punks but kiss the
DOOM Dunks like Sho'Nuff
The bottom, pond scum, swallow some
To the T-O-P left for Harlem
What

Now cut out that bull shit,
Seems like we Pushing P's other niggas pushing poos fuck shit,
Get employed and get some real duty not call of duty,
You

you like it better when I fuck you at nighttime
Watch me dive in, no cool
We just vibin', we cool

We be ready to crash out, fuck it, just break all

So you know its goin down 



Think its time to pop out

Show these Ø’s on my clothes

Whether i’m at rolling loud or at los globos



Just know that i

We could meet at the hotel
I got told on by my closest dawg that I know well
Rap game turned to bunch of coke heads, bunch of old heads, couple new

Turnin' tricks, clutching dicks
Told me she modeling?
Quicksand, tryna free my soul
Waterboards can't break our spirit
They said "WISE, you was speaking too

a produce section, talking bout the beats
Let us bump it in the oven, then pop out like trick or treat
Do you you remember me
Old haters outdated like last

360 waves

Lil bad ass always misbehaved

Double threat young B Boy and DJ

Learned how to aim, they said wipe off your prints

radio playing P Funk,