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and Stan just fucked up AT&T (Phew)
Hey (It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga)
Hey, hey ShittyBoyz

Me and Stan ran it up off of EDD

died on the slave ship and you ignored it
The same way you did the cross when you crossed It, boy you not Jordan
I'm more than upset, fame

it, I'm just staying down
Niggas lame, don't bring him, he not allowed
This for the fam, I'm just tryna make em proud

This for the rain, I've been

a band
Throw up bread, you should learned it by now
Make 'em say, "ugh, " then examine her mouth
Then it's get to stepping
I'm kicking Pamela out (Get

in my zone only one thing to tell em: DURAG

Sierra 117 it's UNSC Infinity... Cortana, status

tells me, howd you come up with this beat, these bars?

It just spawns inside of my brain, surrounded by pain and membranes
My longest song yet and im so

the shit on my plate
But I guess when I say shit like that it's cliché
Higher-ups tell me, do you wanna live or die
Trade your personality for mediocre

eyes, not a genuine pair
I look to the sky, tone down the pride
Hoping it's somebody there 
If it ain't, then I do what I can 
Bx boys fuckin geniuses,

man you already know
I'll never tell a soul
Like Pillsbury I'm the boy with the dough
We the bomb cherry take the risk for you blow
Oh
Winning fa sho'
I

bout to speak, this blood I'm spilling
Tell the nurses, the bag, I can fill it
I couldn't pass out, I'm pouring out pints
This what happen when ego

to say
They only feel you when you pass away
We tried it all is what the doctor say
God take him home is what the pastor pray
Smiling heavy but I'm not ok,

and grind plot and scheme never lose sight of the dream
How you mean If its on then its on full steam
Dawg tell em
Gotta stay real il never switch up on team

a track with a BeatStars tag (tell em)
Who got the Off White Nikes at the race? (get it?)
You know I link with the Train for the placement
Finna say some

street niggaz
And white boys that'll eat niggaz
I don't need a butcher to do my reppin
I get mines with a heat nigga
Pass by the spot wit' yo piece
Smokin'

hit walls, walls, walls
Mm mm, bring it in, *laughter*
Listen, I'm an expert at this okay, I can tell you how it works
Listen, your boy puts in busine-

hand
But I waited my turn it was always the plan
They tell me I can't, but I know that I can
If the games all a race, then you know that I ran
I'm in

purpose, way I'm sliding' slick ass surface
Niggas clowns, I'm at the circus
Still ain't it, not Stephen King
I keep em in a loop, but they talking' bout

Certain times I don't give a damn
Opportunities to serve the fiends, they pull up I tell em scram
Hella mad, posted with my baby boo
Chillin' under

divorce
Your crib ain't no fuckin resort
Scenery coming by choice ain't no sonning the boy
I'm still slide with every feature on factory wheels
Donnie

I'll let you down
Man I'm playin' 'round
Just pass the crown
To this black king
Sip on it while relaxing
Piece by piece
Tryna build somethin'
Can't find

boy meets world
It's like tapangas back
I run a shotgun play
So don't ignore the scrimmage
Cause you'll be the 1st down when the 4th in inches
Hard

say give up all that you have
How many of us could do it
Put the cross on my back, how many would nail me to it
Most of 'em the same ones who wear

shake it like Jell-O
He ain't drill with us
He cannot sit with us
Opp pack got me feelin' ridiculous
Pour up the Tris', don't resist, tell her
"Fill it

(Woo, woo!) with cameras in black (Yeah!)
Shoot, shoot, shoot, blinded by that flash
Ooo, ooo, ooo, finally getting cash (I finally got it, though!)