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bussing through
I break through the ceiling
I just be counting and stacking
The moves that I'm making
They envy don't worry bout me
Somebody call the ref

the lane, kiss the curb, go smooch (skrrt, skrrt)
Ayy, everyday I wake up and get loot
I'm catchin' plays out in Dallas, you can call me Yay Loot (ayy,

I just stay in my lane
Here she come and try to peck my brain
Who u is, where u at my mayn?
I dont be tellin her shit
To be one helluva kid
U know Its

somethin' don't add up, I don't wanna be overdramatic
But look at the data, it's obvious that humans are fragile
We tend to get mad at the ones that call us

the leader
Mm hmm
Yeah
You looking for me just follow the reefer
I can see clearly now the type a game I'm in
They pray on your downfall when you always win

a treaty through the bake
Leave the rate, date, hate in the IG captions
Tell me how you really feel in live-action
Tell me how you really feel without all

em
If you wanna
When you see me
Out the corner of your eye
Don’t play dumb, here I come
(I come)
Fe fi fo fum bitch
Imma giant in this rap shit
Mascot

So I'll drop a few boulders on any one trynna bury me
Come and get it I got it
Get with a Winner and profit
What I plan to obtain can only be measured

On the chase, finding my breaks without a neck brace
How I don't murder you folks only by God's grace!
Yeah, they underrate me, daily
They want to erase me, crazy

the leader
Mm hmm
Yeah
You looking for me just follow the reefer
I can see clearly now the type a game I'm in
They pray on your downfall when you always win

been flipped and stabbed
Knowing only half of what I know
Has caused me to grow man forget this flow
I just don't want to do this anymore, man, come

There's more to it, let me tell you
Yea, yea
What you know about progression huh
Grinding to be a professional
My cocked gun is the pencil drawn

The same hit song
It's wrong
Now we in the final chapter
Like the last book in the Bible 
Revelations 22:1 
An analogy 
Of what's to come 
Don't be atting me

contacts to who known to have it...

It's connected are little home ... But a phone call from the madness .. keep me in reach of the Jones... cnd got if you

How you come looking for a hand out i gave you everything
I split the qp right in half I hope we make the same
I started clutching more cause these

better when you age
Now I only seem to worry bout how bills are getting paid
What changed?
I used to never get so tired
What changed?
We used fly a little

you love me or was it my turn
Why am I talking bout you you not worth it
I'm back on my demon time back in my duffel
Never come look to my way for

yea yea yea)
I'ma make it snap right back with
The play I’m gonna call, let's go long
(Aw yea yea yea yea yea)
No way that boy don't hang like that
You

clock out
That's the graveyard ain't no clock out
Talk to me crazy get knocked out
Got shooters with me that'll pull up on you with them keys like you

wisdom
Delve into their mind
Free 'em and come back with 'em

It's beyond us
How can you separate life from dreams
Or trust what your eyes perceive

before and yet there
You stood Out of the woodworks, up to no good
Yup I'm calling it
You wanna start some trouble
So here you come causin it
Fine now how

on my own, stay away from the fake shit
Flyin' through coast made me plane sick, Dick her long call it spawn of Satan
I got a chrome its stainless , run

God we pray
Me and jay
We do not play
Come with the plan
Real niggas yea Built like a clan
Bring us down yea try if you can
You and us nigga how come u

seventeen, I got my behind kicked in
By this faggot kid named Michael Lenahan
He was fuckin' with my girl at the time so I had to just call him out
Meet me