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Bisquick, I flip him 
You gotta just let one go inside their mind
Shots to the head in a bar to pass the time
Everything you say is asinine
A massive bastard

like atlas and I keep my practice 

inside of my soul guaranteed I know my roll 

I treat it like a bunch of cobblestone 

no bread or crumb tracks for

always like to bring up old shit?
Triggered by my phone, I stumbled onto old pics
Now I'm in the crib alone and smoking, playing "So Sick"
Like Ne-Yo

going past that
Always on the move, carpool like its fast track (skrt)
Come fuck with me, put double g's up on yo backpack
Tell her that her ass fat,

Smoke
Moving dolo out here you heard
Rest in peace to x
And ya'll niggas know the rest
Aye yo Michelle i wish you well
I spit nothing but ether
Had to let

on a shirt to watch em fade again

Fuck his wife but that's like sex with a hamper 
Let go of the meat I said “no” don't question the answer 
Reckless with

lambs
Dressing up in the traitor shams
Like I give a damn
Like go get your man
Like fuck Instagram
Like
Fuck out my face with yo future plans
Gunshot like

Assuming this is yo first time here
I am proud to welcome you to Last Chance Studio
And if it ain't, I appreciate you for coming back
Much love
You

losing patience, my mind racing, my time’s wasting
Simmer down if you can, never doubt I’m the man, don’t let 'em forget it
You sit me down with a pen

shit right
Mean the rap fat, too many looking past that
On a fast track better fill it to the gas cap
Where the fat stacks and the bitches with her ass

I chase my prey then I head hunt 'em, I never let them get away from me
Master of Ceremonies this was made for me
Take my time while they rushing

the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse
Me with other crews in my city
Cause I am the hardest

Don't let her fool you
She far from average

Try to stay humble
But look at her wrist
By the hair and the walk
Mane you know she the shit

Sweet and she

I need me the antidote
Fuck with my cousin I buss at ya cantaloupe
Niggas be tripping so I gotta let it blow
Trippin by hoes so I gotta bring all

I'm ready to play coach
I got my kicks laced up
Hop on any track
Let's see if you can keep the pace up
I'm in the paint like Shaq
I'm bouta shake

We getting to the love, getting to the bag, fuck what you thought
Now, dance, throw yo hands in the air
Fuck the cops
My, mans he go blam, if a pussy

fired
This the type of shit to get you higher
This the type of dick ya bitch desire
Like come here baby let me beat it up
Or I'll get heated up like I'm

Illest niggas on the scene
Fuck around and find out if you want
Burnin' rubber on the track
Ridin' like a go-kart
Pardon me as I spark up a blunt, Soul Glo

finna fly check me out
Yeah I'm that guy
Light skin I'm turning I died look
Yeah I'm finna go dummo
Rockstar pulling up with the drum yo
Just let off

breathe and I flow
Over tracks
So you seeing a king
At his best
Until my new high score
Gets surpassed
Open season on yo dogs
Like accent
Ain't a place in

zones for the free so um off of the chain.
Double o see murder murder um urgess to kick in yo
door wit da mafuckin pistols
Um comin to get you we bustin

Then let I myself slide and proceed with a little bit of laughter
I'm a bit of a joker but don't try and step over
'Cause ike a Jack in the Box I'll

Yo bro I can't skate in forces
Real talk
I'm a straight enforcer
Then I seen Sam's mum pull up in a Corsa
JK rolling it like I'm an author
Poor

let him go
Tried to make him talk but his mouth sewed
All the dirt we did I won't tell a soul
Laws askin' questions, shit I don't know
They talkin' bout