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engineer
I rap with a backpack, real rap is back (woo)
I'm back like I wear 45 on my back (tell 'em)
We don't trust 45, he don't trust me back
Never turn

Who you know
I don't got no friends
I'm like a guage on the shelf
I stay in my room and
Play games by myself
At call of duty
You don't stand a chance

know a nigga finna ride
Got me feeling like I'm Pac, back in '95
It's just me against the world, no one by my side
Still I ride, my ambitions as a ridah

Your boy suave like Rico
Yankee fitted navy like a pea coat
I used to move the cane by the kilo nah that ain't my thing
But I still puff my weed though

feel so alive, I feel so alive tonight
Lets go
Bossed up tell a broke boy beat it
I got that lollipop and bitches tryna eat it
I think I hit it can't

I'm just the young boy from town
Grew up in slums, grew up in hood, grew up in turf
If you wanna test me, test me on God
Nobody ever gon' break my

ride thru my city no passenger with me so if you see glizzy you know it's mine
They be on some bullshit outta line tell that hoe outta sight then you

checks while having casual sex
And still put my foot on they necks
I passed the rest finna put they ass to rest
Can tell I got em Stressing
Come in fully

Had a dragon tell me that I would get burnt
But it was the one who got slayed
I remember watching Drake and Josh reminisce my past
Now every morning

boys like sing call em Syd the kid
Free my niggas got life that just tryna live
Since 2012 I been causing hell
Shit we did twin I'd never tell
Ho I'm

to cause Imma Don
Body bag this whole shit
I’m trynna kill these niggas if you didn’t notice
So fluid my flow is potent, not bothered by no opponent
There’s

see how much she can find
Bitch not a dime
An what make em think that they stressing me
Still trynna get the best of me boy I'm a better me
Kush clouds

I’m good on my own
I know it hurts so let it out slow
The lies that I feed myself to feel whole
You think you a big boy huh?
Ain’t no shame in it
Sip my

know my
Music gone sell aye im on
A cloud high as hell man
Killer tracks like a whale
Yeah tell yo nigga stop
Callin my phone unless
He got the money i

to the way
That Beethoven
Compose a symphony
We never really die
Cause the energy is infinity
I'm flying with my lady eating
Seafood scampi
Billionaire boys

know I'm coming and rootin for my team
Im blessed you can tell me whenever ya boy sneeze
Say less, I can do it whenever you go see
Dont test I'ma pass it

I'm always asking (What you asking?)  ha, ha
Cheah, Why Not?
Ladies and Gentlemen (Ladies and Gentlemen) ha, ha, ha, ha
It's your boy Free

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

individuals
Fucking 'em with such speed
My vocal box is Speedy Gonzalez I hardly breathe
Geez
Damn
Cracking a can of whoop ass
You should be glad you passed
You

at the hole in the wall
Extra like a bonus track 
My foes are in awe
Put Cavalli on my bitches breast 
I share nothing til it manifest
Somebody tell’em we ain’t

yeah
But by God's grace, I switched my ways
And paved my lane now I run the game
Now I steady run the game yeah
Ain't nobody can debate, nah
I been

death
99 years possessed by the countess
Forever in love with death
Bound to the countess of perpetual torment
Lost girls looking for their lost boys

the bootstrap, tell them pull themselves up
By the same straps, fuck is that where my money at? Goddamn

Where my money at? (Ah-ahh)
We post in the back

girls get down on the floor, on the floor
Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor

By the time I hit the door I saw hoes on the floor