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Riding round the city, full throttle
Surrounded by models and bottles
Walk up on me, get hostile
But we don’t rumble, we’ll smoke ya
Like a zip of exotic

it's just in me
Before I'll snitch, I'll tell 'em I'm guilty
Ayy i whip pussy, feel like Uncle Willy
That ho hopped on top
Told the bitch pop a wheelie

Dancing with a stranger
Dancing with a stranger
Dancing with a stranger
Dancing with a stranger
Dancing with a stranger
Going out by myself is not a rare

The days going by, I feel ashamed
Am I really worth it? Do I lie away?
Am I really worth it? Do I lie away?
Telling tales, trying boost the sails
Give my all

know that I'm from the NAWF pole (Upside)
Walked in, long live Bankroll (RIP)
On my high horse, feel like Django
Loco, out my mental
Good mouth, she must

got "Good Intentions"
Might just Navajo (Nav a hoe)
Ya'll be on a screen all day just like a pick and roll
High school was your prime, you're scared

idiot its just me
intelligence masked by the silly kid on the beat
Don't be the burning body buddy I'm burning always
You could spark up a match this shit

Man these niggas ain't seeing me now
Tony type numbers, Ms. Parker, nine rings
We don't play fair, we gon' really rig shit to win it in our favor

Dripped in Birkin
Love soo gone
No Energyy
To act like its workin
We can reset
But I wont forget
All the damage that you did to me 
THINGS you said
Makin me

see them I bet you they were wonderin'
if I were in your arm

[Chorus:]
Because the way it felt when I was by your side
Made me believe you was so good

Call her an Uber and send her ass home 

cll by myself said I'm good on my own 

Slim down the circle til haters are gone

Timing gotta get that shit

but that doesn't mean I can't spit, I can do this all day
5 years I been working for the man for so in a way I'm still on holiday
It's taking a little

But I wish the reality of it was that it was you and I
But Girl don't worry you know that I'll be fine
I always make it out alive even with all these

Is this thing on
Woo
Gotta turn it up
I don't got time I just gotta be
In and out
Thats all we got time for
Aye yeah my momma call me handsome
White

by her absence
No acting, just action to the sound of raw metal clacking
Hearts get cracked in, souls levitate, brains get snapped in

What happened

the VIP we brought the bar gotta
Call the manger (damn)
N***as had to stage dive just to
Pass by cause you can't get thru it
(nah)
Pass me another shot

allergic, you know I'm excited for splurgin'
It glows, I'm likin' the purchase, all that I need, I ain't findin' a purpose
With bread, the timin' is worth it

Joined by skrilla and black
After they heard me
Wrecking a couple of beats
Using Cool Edit PRO 2.0
With a USB mic
At the time it sounded perfect
And I know

getting by
I always wanted more
Had dreams of riding foreign
So God put me in a Porsche
I drove it straight to Georgia
Pack flew from California
He love

running behind, when I'm a lap ahead
And I see many trying to make it but they all decline
See, these rappers run in circles 'til they fall in line
They rap

rhythms and they get em turned up 
All way popping like a pot up on a stove 
Let the bubbles pour slow
Till the proper tempo 
Let it go, let it go, let it

It's bad and bouji only
I'm tryna fuck em all I'm fucking ruthless homie

They see the numbers in me
We mathematical G's
I count my digits awake 
I count

still waiting by the window
But I keep it closed
(I'm never coming home)
I know that nothing good can come from reaching out
But I wish I could forget all

knows what I really like and all the things that I'm about 

Yo, she makes me weak, I freeze 
Ar my peak im still vulnerable. I fall to my knees 
It's