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come
Ready or not, here I come
Cause I'm coming to get you now

The best laid plans of mice and men
Never work out the way you think
So, get your act

though I admire your desire
You a sellout lil nigga a Lyricist for hire/hip hop circus act my special skill is spitting fire


Big dawg status men these

dem a di baddest general 
Dem got you pon dem list, using tricks and traps 
Fi shut up your mouth and lead you pon the wrong track 
But no, it nah go

verse
I'ma crash first 'fore I drop it, I need me a peace of mind
Take this Polymer track just to ease the time, yuh
Everybody wants love in the city

Trying not to fly back
Mind the minds of mad men
No time to cut any slack
My car is like my living room
Camry no Maybach
Grab a blanket recline the seat

to blend
When the open mind finds new views from deep within
A hidden track only the subconscious mind can tap
Where only true intellects can adapt
Or find

I don't do well with bribes
If the vibe's are bad, then it's time for me to slide
She say all men the same, well imma different version
Made her ass

splitting it equal don't care bout your rate
We just getting started might sit down and wait
Sit your ass down by the way side
Hold me back just incase I

more annoying than tracks by Pitbull
Tell me bravo like Johnny fresh as fuck like some laundry
I take your bitch and feed her pills till she knocked out

mean and I don't bluff
Yeah like a blunt, boy get snuffed
I'll be blunt, blade is tucked
We've been tracking bitch get eaten
My brain works like

understand
I got buckles all around my shit, around my pants
I go where the men don't lie, I'm tryna dance
With the spirits living with me, I was taught by my

walking on white floors
You always had my back just stand by me till the end
Through the patience that I lack because I'm always asking when
These are basic

kind spell? Will it pass?
My boys laugh like C-Track, just sit back and relax
Guy, hmm (design)
In this moment I just can't refrain (can't refrain)

Oh yeah
This is starting to kick in now
Haha
Word
Oooo
Yeah
Hey
Nana ne ne ne ne ne
Nana ne ne ne ne ne
No no
No no
Shit
Like Mike
I'ma get killed by

the stoke

No trend, I'm a rolling stone
No big track, with a burner phone
Little man, don't come in da zone
Spliff ya ass up if you got a bad tone

I'm

to put anything colored in a damn pen
That why I gotta leave my ink in the pad
And My heart on the track, represent for our lost men

Just to be ourselves

Well I used to go down
And put a penny on those tracks
Run up to the general store
Come back and find if flat
Now I find ways
To fade it all to black

A little tiny kid, with a whiney sense, it's behind me shit, now I rapped my ass off
Everybody else better back off, gotta snack on these tracks watch, me

and i wrote God a letter
He stop me in my tracks and He washed away the sin
Yeah opened up my eyes with the blood He shed from men
Gave me tunnel vision

All men are born to die
We carry it as we know it
If your day be today so be it
Mine will be tomorrow

Shootin my shot
Aim I don't miss
Count up

can fuck with my soul again
They be surrounded by their little men
I be singing to your girl
I'm her only world
If she come around
You know I am a flirt

MOONBOY drop then I'm back on they ass
Fishtailed the whip and I still didn't crash
Laroi Glover how I get to the sack
Back to back hawks track
Left

when you go live and come back

Keeping everything in line, my life on track

By trying to relocate to call but dodge traps

Skills still reign supreme

You're not the normal nine-to-fiver, no
Honest pay for honest work
These men they waste away
Falling deeper through their own desires
And I need to ask