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'n' coastin'
You've been chillin'
Buildin' sandcastles next to the ocean
Man, the seas are risin'
I see a diseased horizon
You're gonna be ghost up in

can see 
only plan A 
we no get plan B 
on a date 
with a flicky on me 
pray n hope karma don’t find me 
she no go love my reality 
i still pray for my

inside
Everybody got some problems
Only pussies push em by
Rest in peace up to my grandmas
Know they watching from the sky
God has gifted me a second

You are now listening to bar code
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Never been a fake chain flexer
She don't call me

No remorse
You and I not the same.
You are falling off
You cannot take the truth you are too emotional
I separate all this hate man I feel like Moses

heading down to Main
Like a pimp, hoes I got by the flock
In a CMC, and low key from cops
I'm on the grind, trying to stack my knots
I put about four G's,

ice
Hey, woah, do me right
Baby do me right
Hey, whine nice
Lift leg, grind by the side
I want to do you, do you
Kissed on, run off
Won't pursue you
You

by the lake, yeah I got the view of the mountains woo
Online, on a new grind, do it two times, woo woo
For the loot that I'm countin
Got my head

are you supposed to feel my n**gas on go for real
For real uh

Chorus:
Keep my car in my garage cause we can't go back to the basics
Told my gang if we

Mumble rap (Fuck no)
Time to go for the motherfuckin gusto
Show em who you are jake
Time to let your nuts show
Out fuckin hustle everyone out here

Ain’t take long for me to get a plan
Need a Hunnid Grand by Christmas Man
Flipping grams that came under hand
Made that somersault and thought I’m

Man what the fuck
So hold this shit, this shit here say Chosen
Um
By SG Bubba what
Who the fuck is SG Bubba K
I ain't never heard of no SG Bubba
Man

make dem gyal feel ratted
I won't stop til I meet my grind, so stop wondering like alice


Sidung pon it, I sidung pon it
Ride pon the jockey and swing

smoke all the time,
Chris cole way I been on my grind,
Like Arizona boy your weed is so Dry,
Your friends are fake your just too high realize,
Nowadays

dem gyal feel ratted
I won't stop til I meet my grind, so stop wondering like alice

Sidung pon it, I sidung pon it
Ride pon the jockey and swing on pon

make dem gyal feel ratted
I won't stop til I meet my grind, so stop wondering like alice


Sidung pon it, I sidung pon it
Ride pon the jockey and swing

make dem gyal feel ratted
I won't stop til I meet my grind, so stop wondering like alice


Sidung pon it, I sidung pon it
Ride pon the jockey and swing

white for the blacks n too black for the whites
But in any board room I'ma be alright
Hold on nino
They thought shit was good
They thought shit was sweet

see me in a hearse
N.M.I.O.R, I'm about to put that shit back in the dirt
I been smoking that Bryson Pack I know his mom hurt
And I ain't ever been

Just a kid from the c-o-u-n-t-y
Grass stains on every pair of Levi's
Tried to let 'em sag in fifth grade, Pops saw and whooped my behind
He said do

a good story
A cup of tea smoking weed
Youtube docus on cudi
Simple living
Simple is it
To let go
Hippie vato
Sweats Birks n socks
At a family function

Yu n g b a z
I can't stop till i damn d i e
I take liftoff when I roll my trees
A band for a verse buddy it ain't free
Most of these artist can't

slow
Kidnap a body, it's lifeless, no meaning
Still puttin' it down, I say welcome to the show
Death and demise, got it written in blood
These are

Don't say shit like Pink Panther 
You Talk Too Much like Run'n'them and your breath smell like Pampers 
Get knocked the fuck out by Dr. David Banner