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and inside
I'm tug-of-warring between my three eyes
My old, crabby shell left by the wayside
Bucket "fuck it" upwards I climb
Working to make the world on more

won't take long. No, it won't take long

Yo, I'm moving it on, and it won't take long
I'll try and wrap it up by the end of this song
But while I got you

this bitch
Even if I crash I know ima get out of the shit
I'm fully protected by the people I'm surrounded with
Look at my necklace and you ain't gunna

Grahh, Grahh
She tryna turn up the speaker, she brought a friend she a eater
Bad lil' bitch tryna fuck inna beamer, I'm not cuffin' cuz that hoe

your praise
Enough with my ambitions
I'm running to you
I'm running
I'm going where you call me
I'm going where you call me to walk by faith
I'm going

friend
Every time that i'm by your side
This love man I can't pretend
Baby girl I'm not good with love but I'm not trying to make things end
And I hope I

hand, think he know me or sum
They tried count me out, bitch know I'm the one
I'm only 15, but I had me a son (On God)
You live by the gun, man, then die

the present
Gettin this lettuce
Rather be King than becomin a peasant
And I'm protected
A natural repellent
I roll by myself, These niggas be zealots
Dimmin my

you gon ride until you die (Die)
Got a shooter in the car
In case them niggas ride by
I'm hot like a fire
Rolling like a tire (Bitch I'm rolling)
Hit

you'll gimme top 
when i'm gone 

feel alive when u by my side
take a look around i'm the only guy on your mind 
nah don't question my motifs 
girl just

I been up early, yeah I'm tryna get it
I'm too focused on the bread, can't get distracted by a bitch
And I ain't ever been a bitch and I'ma stand

the dick up by your spleen I can tell by your eyes that I'm making you rise
Ayy get on top and ride it show me that you love me
She like it when I get

I'm so
I wish I could give you my love
I wish I could give you my time
Distracted by my passion
Distracted by my grind
A love that cherish that's mine

Yeah, What you saying? I'm on one
I'm on (woo)
Pressing me for more
You better pay me that money you borrowed
Dis my dawgs you sure?
You gon' be

strokes
That I'm determined to win
I'm consumed by my goals
Not really concerned with them
At all
But I still got my informants
Looking at the bigger

out
I go in and cash out, barely look at tags now
I'm deep in my bag now
Came by myself but I leave with your friends
Fuck on 11s ain't fucking with 10s

puttin' out they hand and I ain't tryna' feed no vulture
You don't gotta understand, I did this shit all by myself
When I'm puttin' out my hand, I'm never

Leveller x Big guapz (flossin) produced by Rudie elorme

Intro :
Sick Town Music
Levels to this biz
Big Guapz
levels to this b*tch
King of the Rexs

action
That's how you get it
So I roll around my city
Doing my own thang
Doing my own thang
Doing my own thang
Live it day by day
Man I can't complain
Yea

You want gas, come right here, wet up yo block leave him right there
I'm so geeked, in space I stare, glock right by my underwear
Glock right- Glock

Swervin and slidin
I heard it was poppin my verse like a choppa
The worst case by third base
I'm with yo bitch and we vibin
My bat slangin at yo lady now

shaking, like she love to dance?
I''m goin thru lots and lots I'm trynna make money, I'm trynna make hits, imma trynna do this and that, be stressed 24/7 so

vision's been clouded by all of the smoke
My own worst enemy's the inner me
Tryna break free
Like I'm Spiderman in the black suit
Venom in my veins and my

tomb
Let's presume I know a little to nothing about you
But assume that I'm tearing it up so why not
Consume by the fire them fumes
Leave you choking