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in the cockpit
Niggas better stop it
Dodge em like some Asteroids
Laser tag blast ya boy
Star wars use some force
I dont touch the ground Stay lifted

Is there any anger in you?
Any anger in your work?
Of course there is, yeah of course there is
Talk about that, tell me what about the anger is
What,

I be stabbing shit like I got mob ties
Young brown boy
If there’s a bag then I’mma get it
I get to the coin
If I meant it then I said it
Tell her I

to my squad I gotta wish 'em well
We the type of squad that never take an L
Niggas hate a lot and tell us go to hell
Cause they see my chats on their

Lately I feel like I’m surrounded by snakes
And I can’t trust the people around me
Lately I debate every single word that these motherfuckers
Kept

stations cause (Cuz) they not ours
Couch potatoes get fried by radiation that scatters
Double-time on the counter, I'm a hundred kinds above the line
That

Call the plug up
And tell em send it by the pound
If a nigga say it’s up
Than it’s finna do down
On pimp nigga
ARO Carter, ARO Carter
Call the plug up
He

say they wish me well
But deep inside they hope I fail
I handle wax by myself
Cause these ratting niggas gone tell
(Aye) I’m a fucking star
Ian talking

I, want you to know that im here for youuu
Hope you, dont never fold better stick it throughh
Don't let em tell you you can't do it, you a fool

Let me tell em
I'm trying to do all of the things I need to be a man
I go through trials and tribulations just to understand
It hurt to know my fam got

London feels like paradise to me
Folks ask me if I would like to move to pastures new
I tell ‘em that I’m quite content… thank you but no thank you

boy to man
my growth was more than just mental
It came with Depressing Expectations Through my Romantic Interests 
Then came the desire to think

soon scholar
And when they ask me imma tell em when they holler that I'm
On the grind,I'm going high ,I'm cutting ties
And leaving people who don't Fuck

Yuh, Aye
Run it back
JR77, Lil Pro, Bitch, let 'em know ya 
(Oh, oh, ah, oh)
Aye, yuh 

You'll be Hating us 
Behind the scenes you're tracing us 
But

a slice 

Aye
Puffin big gas down the Highway 
Get yo ass beat by a Lightweight 
Outside cool, inside irate 
Kidnap a pussy tell him do what I say 

In my

I’m animated
Me so fly yea I’m so high
Hit the elevator so I’m hella faded
Me so crazy I’m so loko
Sip that drank I’m four loko
Come mess with ya boy

a raid they rush us I can't take my time I'm gunning
Tryna come up on these number oppas slide by they busting at nothing
Nothing I'm doing is working shit

a copy you a fraud
Niggas lie bitches lie
Cant lie to me lie to yourself
Og Maco give em hell
You ain't fresh boy
You stale you ain't next
Cause i'm here

Diddy bop
Now he talkin to the pigs man I knew you was cop

You can tell by the way that I dress, my dreads fresh
Young nigha smoke so much so I gotta be

knees
The bees are in the trees
7 seas, I be
King ruler almighty
Shit a god might smite me
Go and tell 'em bite me, fight me
I know you want to be just

of it fake
Now listen let's think a bit different
Be lucid, be on it, be ignorant
Sorry this boy an enigma
But fuck it I tell em all ligma ligma li
Lick

lanes doing a buck 20
On some stupid shit
3 In the morning
It's just me and my nigga d
Call up Eddie
And my other cuz Joelee
Tell em I’m on my way

Look I'm off this, don't piss me off my bitch like chocolate
Aww shit, ruin ya noodle U dudes get nauseous
The boy flip serial killer who's eating

All emcees put your mic down to be astound by universal sounds
It's the get down the place to be to uplift your crown
No holds barred its twelve