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desk at Best Buy (Barz)
Passed out for like the past hour (Shit)
Just fast showered gotta get to class
I'm Jack Bauer meets Matt Lauer
Run through a Klan

got me tired
When I'm by myself you should really come through but
Given myself credit got some courage for you
Yeah I can't get enough of the things

Bother me again, I'll put some tunnels deep inside your body

You a glutton for the punishment, you fools don't wanna quit
Tell just by the name I'm eating

hood, they kill for the goods
Sit back and laugh too
I'm disturbed by the past
Lot of shit had to learn fast
I've emerged from this shit, why? Cause I had

Waking up to these snares and high hats
How I disperse the verse it'll blow ya mind back ya mac
And the only task is to get it fast
I hit the ground

she know how to use her lips
Bag life
If she actin' up, she get that act right (huh)
Fast cars
Should be keepin' up with my fast life (skrrt)
Gang

boy attack
Peel their heads back
No cap
Kill it fast
Highest in the room like a ceiling fan
Everybody gonna get slammed, Rampage
My work you've seen, do

you can't stop it when it's home grown
Half past, trying to catch the last train
Fast pace stack ass in the ashtray
I went from mad game to having

why I hold the past for
Overtime, can't rewind, flying towards that fast forward
Life's moving quick so I'm learning from this crash course
Speeding by

Ha
I get like, chance the rapper vibes with this one
You know, the good vibes and everything
I might just rap the whole track if that's all right

fast I’m really untouchable
With these stacked lines imma cash in cause I’m flashing and I’m blasting by
Never crashing always lasting cause I’m the guy

signs
Flow so hot I'm a chef when I bake rhymes
I don't want thots, I'mma flex when I skate by uh
Got a couple bars in my backpack
Got a new chain let it

but they ain't
Equipped to handle us
Cause we dropping more bodies than
The fortnite battle bus
I came to battle with my cavalry
You're carried by your

clap for me
You niggas music is garbage you need some practice you can’t do a track with me
Now I got so many fans they all want me to drop some new shit

(yeah, y'all)
On the race track or outback (shout out)
I got love for y'all, but to the wannabe Dom Toretto's (aye, Mr. Fast n' Furious)
I got to ask 'fore

Simpson
Luca Brasi with your hand out, Doc Dre with my whereabouts
They waitin' for an album, me, I cannot take a fast route
Fuck what the hood like

he even know how the f*** he did it
Never judge a book by the cover
Cause they a public figure
Looks can be deceiving
So read it 'for you discuss

some beat's and I record It that's a new track
Then I release It and I make a couple new rack's
I'm In the visual they asking how I do that
Shhhhhhhhhhh

as I stand and deliver
Breathe fire in Japan, Godzilla
By popular demand till the fans
See that God got iller
I'm like Cornel West with scales on my

need better transmission, gotta shift
Those gears That same car is a fast car, driving and it

Look like a NASCAR Take that NASCAR to a snack bar, yellow

wouldn't be here
If I believed them back then
My teachers tell me you a loser
Get out my class
You're gonna be dead by 21
Uh back on my real shit
Spitting

sophomore year, I had a gig
I stood up there and I didn't fit in
Now they don't wanna see me win!
'Come Back Harder', it blew up fast
No one hit here, I swear

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

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