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you for the fetty there’s only one
I’m done, bye
Oh oh wait uh
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SKOODWIDIT!
Look, look
Time is money, I’m counting my pennies up
Not

out at the view
Dreamin bigger plans
Do it all without you
Maybe cop a viper
Lambo or a charger
20 inch rims
With the chrome
When I drive her
Modeled

attention
Cause this game cost time
Make my time make sense
Turn them cents to a dollar
Turn them dollars into 10s
And 10s into 20s
And them 50s even 100s

got room to run and Prance
Twenty acres to be exact
Eighty acres next door state land
Way off the road on top of a hill
So quiet you could hear a kill

in blue throw on they flashing lights
By now I'm dead weight, i can't keep my head straight 
I stop the car, but nobody a approaches, this the end

Everything I say true, I’m a poet
Even if I love you I won’t show it
Cause everybody fake that’s the motive
Money, Different States, that’s the focus

be fine gettin mine
Wake up take a yawn
Thank the man stretch the arms
We don’t live by alarms
Kiss da babies my charm
Pop a tag on a fit to put on
Hit

niggas throwing B's, i know niggas dropping rakes
I'ma get it by myself cause only I know the stakes
We just gotta passport now we out the fucking states

acting sideways 
Fucker check your mind state 

Play the hand with which you're dealt 
And keep ya shit together 
Like the buckle on ya belt 
Slappin' 20

acting sideways 
Fucker check your mind state 

Play the hand with which you're dealt 
And keep ya shit together 
Like the buckle on ya belt 
Slapping 20

drop the EP
I come from overseas, but not originally
Dallas is where they planted my seed
Add 20 some years then I had to flee
In an attempt to escape my

State gave me the green thumb
Another flower child indigo more lit than the ozone
Death tried to adopt me without the briefcase
Caught mom's emotional

know where I stay
Got me knowing whats fake
Put your mind in my state
I can tell who you are by your face, all hate
I can show you your fait, place your

the cause
Better think better pause
I just act up 
Keep a rack up
On the a shelf
Make this money by my self
Count a twenty count my money
Shorty she acting

it in homie, I think I got 'em
The truth'll slap yo face
I gotta state my case, since t'thousand and eight
I couldn't wait to skate
On the brothas who

and witness the entire city
Empty spaces to co-working spaces
Small shops to five malls full of ladies with fat asses
Rush hour, twenty four seven
The crooked

designers, my coat on beige
Twenty-nineteen 'Vette drop off the roof
Wrist and my neck that’s two foreign coupes
Not a cavity, got gold on my tooth
Ride in

they hide em for a reason
20 years of knowledge
Still I’m like child with it
Only barely teaching
Still it’s only fairly recently
That I can get to reach

Been waiting on God so long
Nigga I can’t tell
Too many biotcheez, not enough angels
So when I get this Ferrari, I’ll still whip the Jeep with twenties

I been, dropping back to back I ain't got higher yet
Watching life fly by me like a fighter jet
See turbulence ain't nothing I got time to sweat
Not

Stans with illogical stances
Comic like Sans, shit, come get ya mans
I just run in blind, I don't like the plans
It's a state of mind, bitch don't touch

Visions of seeing Nirvana
At the Paramount back in '91
Maybe catch Pearl Jam in '93
I dreamt of all these things
I saw on MTV

It took me over 20

This mid 20th century is Africa's
This decade is the decade of African independence
Foward ever to independence
Tomorrow, the United States

they're gone by twenty seven
Up to heaven, when they all become a legend
Do we listen
We look to the stars
We look to the sky
Their problems we can't grasp