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the opposition like a orange all on every beat (Shing)
Four Year old with a polo shirt, leave you toddlers with a fucking stain (Damn)
Almighty push i'ma send your

something left unsaid
cnd as if by grand design there was static, it went dead

Yes, the truth is a bitter runner
10, 9, 6, 5, 4, 3, go
You can only ever

one
We gotta up the sco, we up the poles, we taking four for none
I know these niggas mad, cause the beef was kinda lenient
Cocaine, bakin soda

gone off the drank, we pour personal fours
Fell asleep in the dead end where niggas scared to go
Let a nigga play crazy with gang, we gon' up the score

Rolled in a cigar, didn't think I'd take it this far, nigga
Karate with the stars, got my feet kicked up that far
750 for the runners, I don't even

Collecting money by the bundles
CBP the front runners
Hustle addicts out that concrete jungle nigga
I just need a minute chase this cash I bet I run it up
Told

it
Sell it low
Get a runner and a gunner
Add a spottie thats 4
Too many heads
Ones bound to flip for sure
Fuck commission
Have every dollar and that’s

stop
Opps down the block
Now your mom’s tires popped
I stop by your spot
Every time I take a walk
Stare through the window like a motherfucking cop

stacking my funds
No I can't stop my words are redundant
These chips on my shoulder they weigh by the ton yeah
But i'm buttoned and i'm ready to flex
What is

send it by the liter 
Shout out God I'd be crazy if I wasn't a believer 
Whip the 4runner the same way I'd whip a Beamer 
Overachiever is nice to meet ya

like Rosetta
Name, not Aretha, bitch I can respect ya
You know you a runner, track star, and etc
Swear I won't chase ya, don't need to chase liquor

Runner
I've been road running going state to state See these bitches fake'n I ain't got no time to go waste
PS4 that hoe God Damn I love to play
Can't

boy drunk as fuck
Why the fuck you talking bout them scams, you just a runner up

Yeah, you ain't jug shit, acting like you him
That'll really get your

keep they mouth shut
Damn, I lied okay, one more thing, every bitch
Get a motherfuckin' gift certificate tummy tuck
Word to Oprah, word to Drizzy
Shit

One Kind Of Solomon

The New Pornographers

In the Morse Code of Brake Lights

2019

Solomon had his following, he heard his calling
In a fever dream at 4 or 5 in the morning
Nothing he thought would enter him into the canon
But he

I am just a plumber,
And I take pride in my job
I know every inch of piping,
Underneath the streets of Grob
Now overhead I hear a dread one hundred

turns but I rerouted and kept gon
Every time I take a shot bet I hit it dead on
I manifest every dream
No distractions swear nothing could intervene
Back

how would I know/ friends were foe aye/ pain never made me fold, I never told/ survive by any means necessary/show no weaknesses, do a crime/ leave no

and red and green
Siren eyes
You see me in between of your iron sights
Colder every night
Sizzle my skin
Like a pirate eye
I was baptised whiskey at my

Made a vow I’m gon sell out
Bigger crowds than Coachella
Name a thing gon hold me back
I swear to god I’ll blow right past like Road Runner
Took my woes

a blast
They calling me Dexter way that I always be stuck in the lab
Spending racks on a dream every last coin out my hands
Know I'll earn it straight back

to this grind, I ain't getting no sleep
Never no runner, I'm playing for keeps
A boss in my circle, and even the next one
Move by my doley, I'm clutching my

down in drain 

Mana I had so many hopes and dreams



(VERSE 1 by O-COATS)

With the quickness in the slickness my disease you can kiss this diss who

What's around my neck? Ski slope, uh
What's in my pocket? Meatloaf, yeah
'Bout to blow it up, C4, uh (boom)
American dream, kilo, uh
Tryna get a brick,