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Siehst du die Leichen an Beeten wie bei Götzendienerei
Doch die Polizei verfolgt weder mich noch den Mord
Obwohl du Fürst der

of my life passing by with no rhyme or reason behind why I don't try
But if I'm gonna be the best dead or alive then I'll find out a way to escape

Think I got too high think I got too drunk
I cannot give up cuz I know that's what u want
Vision blurry still ok to drive tho
Demons swarm all around

Ayy, this that chi-town shit, ayy, ayy, ayy, JD
I'm on with no feature
Drive by in a Beamer
He gon learn a lesson, I guess I'm his teacher
He tough

live by come with an algorithm
I know it hit like stone
Then throw a towel in it
That last album? Aww man I spent an hour with it
Im into writing stories

just go double down all on her friend
Drive to the stores, and we droppin a check, I'm all on they necks
I met a baddie now, how you doing
4AM

still will ascent
A beast that will never be tamed
Enslaved by the thoughts in my brain
I must entertain
I must write a passage of pain
To prove

get the bag by the night times "MONEY"
You can never ever knock me outta my grind "CAN'T"
I will never let a hater steal my shine "NEV"
I've been

in passing 
Don’t be blinded by the light 
You’ll end up crashing 
I work like I’ll die tomorrow 
That’s why this shit ever lasting 
I do this shit for

in the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my

hear the title Leave The City?
(Leave The City?)
That's the title of the album
(Uh, it makes me wanna drive)
Yeah?
(It makes me like, wanna like get in

laid, bitch
She suck me way too good
I finna bust on her like first aid
First mixtape on Soundcloud, got hella hit's
First album got paid that nigga

ass to home to your baby boo
She cool, as long as you get there by eight
Bring some money home, and don't be late
Not me, you see me all around
I love

the vibe
Might just get my boys together
For a late night drive
It's that kind of feelin
Yeah, we sippin' and we chillin
Take this beat and fuckin' kill it

my red rover Told that  
Bitch to come over Locomotive with the drive local motives to get high  
Local homies they just tryna get by, I’m tryna get

gonna go, Hugo, when Trump gets re-elected?

Grand Master Frump, he ’s mad, too bad, he insists he got robbed
He writes nasty comments in his photo album

day he died
(Rest in peace)
That shit got me fucked up
Caught us by surprise
(On God)
Living every day till the day I die
(Opened eyes)
Champagne

on the screen, I'll drag your money through the dirt
See this real wealth is motivation, I'll pay thousands for the drive
So I can wrap it in an album, sell it for

from my mother's side

I trouble they pride, and like a album
My story got a couple sides, my garage need a couple rides
I keep flowin' so buttery fried,

rhythm
Should not make up the whole thing
It's time to create a better album
One that doesn't take two years to make somehow

Throw in a solo somewhere

Prick? Thirsty bitch
This is why I drive a fuckin' hearse and shit
Every verse you spit ain't
Got enough turbulence
To even make me shake or twitch
You

rhythm
Should not make up the whole thing
It's time to create a better album
One that doesn't take two years to make somehow

Throw in a solo somewhere

June 30th that's when my album drop
Woah
I wanna take this to infinity and beyond imma drive at a safe speed as fast as I can
Mind can't comprehend I

ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well

[Verse 3]
Photo album on the counter, your