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I'm climbing these rocks
And the earth is a rock
Tryn'a get to the top
And you cant tell me squat
What you say I forgot
Ha
I just keep blowing by you

four let it swing
Super sport I ain't fucking with them (mustangs)
I'll blow your doors got the horse by the reins
Soaking up the game that the OG's

money, more drugs, more trouble
Cake up, close. Clock out, crash
Quiet! Shh. I need to take a nap
Okay Dusty was a bit much. He skipped lunch for the tips

to get it on my lonely
This my only testimony
Line em' up
By who want it
I'm killing all my opponents
Right back to open enrollment
You say you really want

First off dont call your music hip hop its crap
Even rappers hope your shit stop, your whole style slop
Ignorance is at its tip top
And its

a tableau
Can't touch me, get socked like big toes
Creep creep creep, they stepping on tip-toes
Gotta move around when Masters in tow
Got a lot of drive, but

you slangin?
Move my people to a island
Got a nigga thankin
So I pour a glass of wine
And in my thoughts I'm sanking
And even tho I'm better
I' will

a tip
I’m smarter than lotta these niggas
Ain’t no lottery nigga
Never got handouts
I’m no pottery nigga
Man I’m amongst niggas that shoot up

Bands so I can ghost the hood
Bands on top bands on top bands
So I can ghost for good
Too many bad shit happen in the hood
But still standing by the grace

boutta tip drill
We became numb over time we don't really know how to feel
I just poured a cup of Hennessy
So much of the bullshit i seen
He ain't got

Yeah
Man his wires not the same
And he been up on the game
You can tell by his mane
Dxuce Dxuce is his name
Come through in a coupe or a plane
Or the SUV

dude, way I move, oh whoa
And the boy missing screws so I let the dome go
How you gon behave when you faced with the tension
Keep my name out your mouth,

thoughts added up
Millions on my mind, but they said I need correction
Dream about money, thoughts move in the right direction
No wrestler but I flex with

them city light's
Sho nuff I'm surrounded by the glow master of the flow
Dealin' faces of death from the Tarrot
Mind on my money I got 20/20 focus

You wit us or the feds 
Pick your side and never flip flop 
Far as this s*** go my skills tip 
I keep my plans sealed like a ziplock and cheffin' in

an eighth Before I leave anywhere

Mad as hell

Bar's too hot
Pick that shit up off the Q with some tongs
Fuck that boxing shit when I be punching its Either

conversation
Hit you with the gat run it back go clap
All these fucking hoes, man they rap so wack
Wait for the stats man your bitch so flat
Gotta tip toe

So I'm taking all of the shots I wont pass a thing
I'm Ballin by myself I ain't next to yall
Crown seating heavy yeah it tilt but it never fall
Only

lying you could see it in my eyes
If you were by my side sure
I'm elevating getting higher
Serial killing these beats call me Michael Myers
I just know we

racks, get them in by the case
Saving that hoe better go get a cape
Feds took my damn challenger so I gotta get a new wraith
Can’t come around here it

likin' the way I maneuver, he ain't move right, so we left his medulla
Try to run up, you was too stuck, why would you think I ain't come with a ruler?

some major moves and now my future's looking promising
If you knew my past you'd probably stand in astonishment
Fueled by criticism, but appreciate

with me
I don't mean to act like this
Apologize if I lose my shit
Tantalized by the tip of the grip
I know I should be smarter
Than to confess and get

compare 'cause they don't understand the basics
Strikin' from the shadows, I been lurkin' with the patience
SMG 'boutta take the game by storm
They ain't