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duckin and dodgin on that floor
That thinkin got you noid, got me reachin for my forty-four
Creepin up out my window pane, I smell cops
A honkey

the memories that you won't tell nobody
I'm the pilot
I been G fivin'
And round me only Gs be ridin'
Take you down memory street
We ridin'
Four seater, one

Spend another if I'm tryna go dumb
I go by Jay, but you call me Boogie
Mm,
No not that nigga with hoodies
Mm
She let me touch on her cookie
Breaking her

know where this road gon' lead I just hope that you remember me
And the quotes I speak and the road I seek
I hope this road successfully, delivers me

got a hunch I'm really not gon' make it to twenty-nine
I'm faking it half the time
Surely I'm past my prime
I think about suicide, twenty-four seven

in apartments How the hell I bounce back

I put pain in all these songs They Lookin' at me, like, how you doin' That
Swear to God, I give the real, me

head by the stand
All this money for me, I won't borrow no bands
Peter Pan, I can't wait till I land
It's bout a hundred racks in my hand
You not my

tryna meet death we’ll arrange it
They be some losers with no Aquafina
She is a cougar I need me a cheetah
Sippin the lean You know by the litre
I just do

you think you number one?
With music, did you get make a ton?
Did you get to do everything you want by the sunset?
People call me number one
And I still

increase my appetite
I'm greater than my mentors they never really had advice
Chilling by myself i leave the socials to the average guys
Now a days i feel

where I'm at, are you ratting to the fucking cops?
Yeah, eight four three's waiting on the drop, white tee
Yeah

magical, you gotta see
My frequency unordinary, swear I got the key
Like honestly, Agarthan, practically I gotta be
Human centipede connected on a higher

by, still I try
It's so groovy, it's outta sight
(Doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo)
You can touch it, smell it, taste it
So sweet (Doo doo doo, doo doo doo

the best in the business
You other rappers weak
Snowgoons Infantry nigga
Who make the hotter beats?
Black Snow, you cowards get clapped slow
Facts though,

my niggas gone blow
We wipe yo’ nose
If we heard you told
I pickup the load
Now I’m back in the trap
They callin’ my phone
What you need I got that

Come here shorty where ya mind, at
Bought the forgis off of my pack
I keep the 40 tucked by my, sac
You're an employee this is my, trap
I make these

going got tough

Boss up became plugged

4 karat diamond studs

I don’t even try to cuss/ but ion give a fuck 

I be running up the tabs / i am not one

a riot
Not a single person quiet, getting ready for the fight
So I’ll tell you lot a story bout a guy
Couple days go by, and he gets the call
Country’s

call it wrong
Both be the opposite, last it long
Relate to a cult, 2 people favorite songs
Maybe 3 or 4 even more make it ponds
Seen no idiot try

I was calling ya phone
What I did wasn’t wrong
Needed you by my side
I won’t dare try to ride
With you right by my side
If I do I would die
And I try

Verse 1-Under the hallway lights, waiting for a package. 
Consignment that’s how it go when you don’t have the cabbage. 
20% for starters. Gardner’s

He said that's ammi
That is ammi, but my amnes' way more potent
I wanna fly away for a moment
I wanna say I dropped four bricks in the ocean

to be questioned
Have your whole hood holler shit about my progression

[Verse 4: T.I.]
You knowin' my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty
So I keep

I hold a toast up to myself just to see me win
Bubbly smiles of champagne, a glass of Manifestation, relaxing, 10th glass in
You the boss you the shit