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Win, lose, never fail[00:13.40]On track, off the rails[00:16.02]Young, dumb, havin fun[00:18.64]Young, dumb, drunk as hell[00:20.94]White flags might

Ayy this the last track for Brown Two ain’t it?
(Wecko on the beat yo)
Yeah that what I thought, so we gon’ go extra hard on this bitch
She got a big

sure you mentally strapped 

When seeing what u want 

You cannot be scared to attack 

Family on my mind 

Everytime I pour my heart 

In these tracks

a girl texts or calls
Tells me "I'm the one" , she can be my bae for fall
But by winter, she'll probably get sick of me
Tell me that we're done , and I'll

track bo w domu nie pozamiatam
Kilka sekund wystarczy byś poczuł tu prawdziwy dramat
Ekipa kontyngentu co nie zabiera sprzętu
Rapu i patentów co wyrywają

the back they want me to bag that
They wanna keep shit simple by making the song bad
They wanna promote drugs put kids on the wrong track
Im making them all

me and Serenity'll leave you slumped and dumped
Hear the thump up in the trunk
Cause they keep our track blazin
Just call me Grace
Cause I'm so fuckin'

feathers
Why is government agencies all known by three letters (Why)
Wit secrets for some reasons they can't tell us
We living this life in the heart

just grew to see it ruined by you imitations
I'm fast and I'm furious, plus I'm drastic and serious
You think you spittin' iller then you bastards

chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let

girls on Mystique
I never got hit by a stray
Yeah, I thank God
We ain't play in the street
(Did not)
Now who getting caught up wit Crossfiyah
I told 'em

and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So

Drive by these niggas
And hit a lil U-ey so they all know I might repeat
Got a gravestone witcho' name
Hear lies to be entertained
"Here lies a fuck nigga

I’m on the fast track
In my own lane, yeah your shit’s mad whack
Big dog’s here, no chains on me
Doberman's in the house, your bitches want me
Don’t act

Yea
Yea yea
Hey, vibe
A selfish lover
Do not give but yet you take
But let another suffer
By decisions that you make
(That you make)
Wish feelings

boulder
Like a thief in the buff, got my heart feelin' colder
Tricks treated in October, these lines won't keep you sober
Leavin' tracks Snow White, like

me the things that you did
I be a menace on all these tracks
Clean like the dentist I’m fresh that’s a fact
Used to curve me I ain’t texting her back

grindin' all the time, rain or shine how u gotta wanna begin
Trust the process, track ur progress, bet u finna start to climb
If u invest in ur success, only

the truth?
You need to make sure you motivate the youth
And tell them the truth, my nigga
Lie detectors in your tracks
All you do is cap
That's whack. And, my

or I'ma pop you like a kneecap
True terror squad, yeah we lean back
Fake thugs are the only prey that we track
You look like fast food, where the beef at?

so it’s best you invest
You should buy calls like you bribing the re
If I blow the whistle these rappers will run
They lie on the track till I pick up

every track so I can try to find my mind
Not the type of guy that really care about the limelight
Listen to the music that I seem to be defined by
Tired

get deep
When you raised by wolves, you tend to shake up the sheep
Don't sleep, makin' moves, my property ain't a rental
Every time I hit the city, I

smoking on a blunty, queen
'Cause I'm the queen of the motherfucking bitchtrack, track
I'm a pimp named motherfucking Slickback, back
Need a break, then