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A whole bunch of bitches hit me up who wouldn’t call me back
A whole bunch of vultures praying that I have a heart attack
Or hope I get arrested by policeIf

the vibe in it
You feeling alive when you turn the music high in it
I'm trynna catch a vibe
Playing something bangin'
Make em lean when we ride by
Leave em

All the work that I promised you to put in,
I said top notch left you in a ruin

Chew me up and spit me back out you don't care
in all honesty, I don't

You might try and run and get in front of it
But you will never survive
We gotta wait for the freight train to pass, and
while trying to stay alive,

drinking liquor by the liter
Ever since she told me it was over
I been tryina get my mind straight
But goddamn she put me in this mind state
Now I write

nigga, with my laser beams
Go get a history lesson, cause it repeats
You couldn't stop me being super dashing the streets
You ain't Sonic, I guess you

Its alright to sit around, be depressed for a minute
Cry about it, do whatever you have to
But don't stay there too long
Get up and go on with your

Stayed down til I came up
Know some real ones on the same shit
Gotta know who I can't trust
No fake love or fake friends
Stayed down til I came up

up I'll be fine
And I live my life so divine
My nigga was pillow talkin' so
I left him behind

How is you sneak dissin'? You
Ain't one of mine
Took

It's your boy Cease, nigga Straight out the west side
Reppin' that water gang We ain't even playin', nigga
Drip Splash Fuck that shit, nigga
Fuck

collecting currency 'cause Imma make it rain terror
On Paris, and London get the umbrella
All these major cities getting flooded, this a new era
I been on this

We the Masters of the Dark Arts
Passengers smashed up in the car parts
Glass sticking into the last
Ticking of hard hearts this is a massacre
It’s

Every weh mi go a mi di gal dem a falla
Caan get enough dem a grab mi shut Kalla
Di gal dem hear say wi out here
Journey squad wi move without fear
Bossi

smell, it’s good I can tell 
250 my shirt 350 my shoes, 600 pound just to go get some food 
iced out my bitch now she catching the flu 
Internet gangsta

Ain’t Gotta Say It ‘Cause We Got It 
I’m Pulling Up In That Big Body 
Put Her Pic On The Screen She A Home Body 
Know I Keep My Heat Like I’m Pat

He a goofy on my momma
And his bitch up in the passenger
Niggas talkin crazy
Alright bet
Then we clappin her
If she get to playin hella reckless
I'm

yesterday's money
Y'all at House parties
Cappin with ya Rainey days money
I see flaws in ya flexing
Ya pockets anorexic
I pull up and I bet yo chick
Gon wind up

And mi no reach no where yet
The likkle wey you get
It never budge mi budget
Come par with me
See how mi di ting set

Man a boss
Mi nuh toast
We a dweet

up and Call it a mosh pit  
Pull out this chopper it's gone eat like a fat bitch  
From head to toe I'm Drippy faucet
Hear swallow this I'm soothing

The rap Seinfeld and Martin (Wow)

You know what it is when we step on the scene 
Competition gotta listen cause they know we got that heat, man
Came up out

you catch me in the South Pole
All up in Miami with the heat and we out though
All up on a yacht on a jetski you ain't bout those

Got your location

I've been rolling solo
Been knocked up out my mojo
Fighting all these demons I should
Open up a dojo they ask me how I'm feeling
Truthfully yeah I don't

Girl you look like something out a magazine.., them legs so soft let me get between. 
..We pull up you the baddest bitch up ona scene.., you got me

I'm the best lyrically clearly its no conspiracy theory turn me up I don't think they hearing me, Siri
Cant fuck with me ripping the beats listen