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at a low, all that flexing got you hurting
Told us you gone blow up, but you sound a little too certain
Don't get too close to me with all that bullshit I'm

that this route will really work out
It's getting to my head
A recess, to reassess
A furlough, to lay low
Some respite, to get by
So the workload, won't

the low
Yea thats a fact
How i hit that hoe from the back
She had a heart attack
Dont diss me lil n***a
I'll show you sweet
Trick or treat
Rice crispy treat

white man eating pizza
And a little girl her name was lisa
Enough of that let me get bk on track
I see man wearing tinfoil hats
And the sky its no longer

Who is Tazz lil bitch come and find out, take a minute just to get up in your mind now
Got a bad lil bitch she a dime now, big blunts when a nigga

on the low tho don't be social tryna add me (Naw)
Cuz I'm at yo friend next baby don't be mad please (Ok)
Imma get that ass too and yo sister ass 3
Then call

I-I eat the beat like I'm Pac-Man 
Try me get turned into past tense 
I air it out at the last man 
I run this shi like the mufuckin' track man 
You

Too low to stay fly
Only answer is getting high
Leaf
Ha ha ha
The down south poser
The down south whatever
Ha yeah fuckin right
Can I catch a all day

toy
I'm the chef no Steph this the real McCoy
She fuck with me because I'm real and you a lil ass boy
You paying for the only fans while I get

You say you want it bad
Come and show it
You better cover yo tracks
I don't want him knowing
He got you so damn mad
It's time to leave him
Subtract

My Name Speaks Volumes
Every track I'm killin' it
Leavin' the beat haunted
Get the job done
And they know to keep callin'
Steppin on necks, I been

hearts
Like drunk bitches in a pool party
I'm a huge artist, but I moved on the low
Y'all are making noise, by none of you cold
They want to impress, their

my crack 

Niggas are rats 
They wanna come hop on my track 

Pull out the drac and im giving it heat 
Lean in my head I get lost on the beat 
Bitches

by lovers, based on tone, you fucking sucker
Sulk in sadness that's just madness, release rage by killing tracks 
Observing over all the bad-shit, in

girl you know she extra just like some guac now
I got to get it right now
She said she want to see me at the top right now
I was like lil girl what you

ya top 3
Everything I ever wanted near and dear keep it by me
Try to keep up I kick it into high speed
Try to reach uh get crossed I'll drop 3
Used

of then me light the torch 
Then I get my shit all in a line 
Caught the fire then I raise it up  and let flames illuminate my mind 
Hit the track like

flexing my paper
Praying that I don't get hit by a hater (Fa-Fa-Fa)
Ask can we go out i say maybe later
Close that back door 'cuz these niggas some traders

fallin off october leaves Flip it around you know the name lil bitch I go by Cola D
You heard of mixtape weezy Well this mixtape cola
It's time to get it

wash jeans and a cold heart
Skully rolled up pearled blunt sparked
Get a lil high 'fore the lows start

Back to back on top like Jewish kid toys
Rice

get it right when they clone me
Every time I make it home, I'm coming back with more to my own name
Little by little
I stay on the grind 
If I move

the track-list
Practiced doing donuts in a tank
Looking super-fly with the fresh perm and a mink on
Real talk, niggas talking that shit
I sit ya lil ass down in

Move like the presi so low key, rockstar life get no sleep
Go so crazy on the microphone, no d wade spit straight heat
On my drake shit I'm so far gone,

On The Track)

I just got a Draco, I'm gon' rip it

See a snake and I'm gon' hit 'em, that's a fake nigga who dissin' on me

I just gotta lay low when I kill him