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Traveling at godspeed
So if at all you wonder how it gon end if you cross me

Solve et coagula nigga

From the nawf gotta get it by any means
Gotta get my

I'll get a house and n den I'll get a Benz
Bitch amma keep on hustliiiinnn'

Yasa7bi el sanade tetnasa
By next year am up like a Nasa (Rocket)
Am

gonna go down?
It's too good now, it's gotta plow
Change the style, I switch it up
Day by day, life's goin' up
My journey's now, it's just begun
I told

a tight rope
Trapeze on the track she a high roller
Casanova, put the paper on bifocals
My motto, brick by brick
Build a young mogul
When it come

moving weight
Ducking the cop on the interstate
I meant to say on the intercounty
Zero one, forty seven
Spit on the track like a 47
Probably be rapping

that bitch ran through
Ran through just like a finished track meet
I'm running from the graveyard so I pack heat
18k on streams nigga check my stat sheet

where we going if you riding you gone ride
I remember cold nights nigga had to sleep outside
I was sleeping in the car had my brother by my side
When you

up to the dead I spit their eulogies
We got rushed by a van full of police
They said, hands on the wall and spread your feet
They laid their hands

woes
All grown no snotty nose
Said he spoke for like 7 years
When he called my body got froze
Said he used to look up to me
Last chance since we last

Can't you see the ravens circling, ravens coming in
(Ravens circling yeah yeah)
Lost a part of me but fuck my enemies yeah
By any means i'd
cross

matic
High 5 to my clique when you marry the strip
Go to war then its guaranteed you carried by 6
7 o'clock we ate holding 9's going at 10 Bodies laid

with a cricket bat
When I speed on tracks never leave 'em half
Adrenaline rush when I feed off lads
I'm a sick old rat that kills these cats
Try to bite

6, 7, 8, 9 different bops
They gone think I'm cocky, just by the way I drop
But this is confidence that I love to show a lot

Pushing dope tracks, I

for features
I wanted exposure you said I’m not prepared
So look at me now bitch
I won’t say your name for no mo’fucking clout bitch
Yeah I go by Bambi

To the edge of the world 
Till the end of my life
I'm gonna feel alive
I'm gonna feel alive

Side by side with the 7 seas
We'll travel the world
But I'm still

attackin every beat
Keep enjoying the show
I don't got time for the weak
I'm just lettin you know
At it seven days a week
I'm about to go pro
Strap a camera

Told you all about when I had psychosis
Feel a lot better right now when I wrote this
Minds on track I've got a new focus
Son's on the way I know I

wreck
Ahh but it's all good

It's been 10:45 at night for seven minutes
But I keep losing track of time
Thought I heard voices running through my head
But

automatic
Keep it static, keep it static I be on the way
Dollar bills with the checks and blue strips by the day
I said I know it, I know it, the money

Ain’t acting so tough and bad now, is you?
How is you gonna try to match wits
With the manuscript manufacturer most demanded by masochists
Savage, bitch,

trying to reach 7 figures
And when I get that I ain't stopping
Ok nigga my boy I ain't stopping when
See that track that shit jumping
I got the pack

think I'm too cold
Like two 5-9's on your head
Kinda cold
Don't get fine lined
By two faced dumb boys
Get get gold
Don't get cat called
We don't cat call,

about triple seven to get my spot up in Heaven
I'm like a delicatessen, you want some beef well you got it
God Almighty my pilot
Take me down

it's funny
How every action we take is preceded by thoughts of money
You hungry? Nigga, I'm famished
Losing hope, but I'll manage
Understanding's