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them niggas put him under
Got dreams to be the GOAT and you just wanna be the llama
Manifestin' dead broke I was speakin' about a hunna
Ion got no

to death
And the tag still on my toes
Like I'm on morgue, like I gone dead
And its in yo dreams bitch that I reflect
But you cant see like you just blind

shells, clear the scene before it get recorded (out of there)
Movin' cautious, I can't afford it
Raised by them real trenches, catch a body and you get

when you dead or on lock, that's when that balling stops

[Chorus: x4]

Born gutter, another raised by a single mother
Had to struggle, youngest

How long can I stay?
Trapped in madness 
How long will I stay?
In this prison 

In my dreams, I feel something grow
The shadows speak to me in

without the drive
See I bus tables and my
Homie Castro is a waiter
I can't wait to blow and say
"I told you so haters!" living the life of a
Egotistical

One forty four

(People say I drive too fast
Move too fast
Live too fast
Ain't no such thing as too fast)

(People say I drive too fast
Move too fast

Uh, way before I found
What I'm good at I was clowned
While I was down, and now they say my name different
I am the bag gettin' chased by these lame

You've got my full attention
You're too much to ignore
You just might drive me crazy
Just one way to know for sure
Cloud nine is where you take me

Hip hop is dead but bitch I'm alive
I'm bringin' it back I'll make it revive
Startup the engine n put it in drive
I Put in the D n make it arrive

dead
Cus if happiness was easy wouldn’t hear me on the mic
Probably spend the rest of my life
With my family by my side
Tell them just enjoy the ride
We

Uncle's life became the bottle drowning in his problems
Niggas start to hate when their dreams become they failures
Drive-by inside a Tesla meet Smith

Tour life is calling
Said the tour life is calling
Big booty bitches bending back on the bus bumping all my shit
Only pledge allegiance to our dead

I'm feeling alive, this is the vibe
Oh yea
She all on my mind, like all of the time
But she wanna drive she don't wanna ride
And I cannot lie it's

if you flip the 8 hours it's what it's supposed to be
Dads dead to you yeah we get it by now
9 Lives and he still pussied out
Had no drive need to take

drive-by's in the rain
They know we like that Gucci Mane
We send em going up like an attic
He ain't really want the static
I'm flipping bands
Acrobatic
Bro got

the quota
Feel electric than a motor
If you got the drive, they dead it in a moment
And I been steppin' to the focus of my dreams
Tryna get the depth in order

[PC Speaker:]
Sit down and take five while I defrag your drive,
With Jack in the Box tacos and a dope G5,
If you bought MySpace Records: Volume 1,

don’t stop you go be dead by
I dont remember shit guess I was that high
Bro said it’s a problem time to let fly
Good thing we ain catch them niggas
That

three is gone get this lumber
Seen Medusa, said I need that head
Grabbed her ass by the snake dreads
She let me get it and I left her dead
Didn't matter

Yea
Pen
When its good I wanna hold on forever
Like buried treasure but a dead king with jewels
Is just a coffin with bones and bezels
So impressive

to me like you knew
Compiling organizing dreams
Solved the puzzle of confused
I dont circle with the squares
My triangles are obtuse
Try, try, fail
But

could savor 
But when you reach for it, it's gone, already ate up
My grind shine and hustle custom made by Jacob
I lift bars everyday, I'm tryna get my

always first place
Headspace, mind on Mars
Drive by, fly like star
Who wanna play a game or two?
Jokes on you
Jokes on you
Jokes on you
Jokes on you
Jokes