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know we the winners
I chop her for lunch then take her for dinner
They come by the three we call 'em Adidas, yeah
I ain't wavin' a white flag what's

except being rich
Everything else pass by we forget it

How do I be more timeless than money and diamonds
They used to wear purple robes cuz it was hard

to cross us no (No)
Catchin' up stay in yo lane yeah we in the zone (Zone)
Riding on a coupe white
With mah brotha by my side
Going for a fast drive
V8

faith strong like a landline but I can't afford to end up like a franchise on a (Yeah)
On a white tee like mike me
You cross me please tread lightly
Oh

shorty in the mix I don't need the attention
Pull up in a black coupe caramel guts, baby Ruth
Moving white, black suit shareable dust, baby tooth

And I

Ok I, I woke up feeling like 
I could die today
Make it home I gotta find a way
By any means, I know
Trouble lurkin
But could never close

of grimdark
Wish I didn't feel left out by the fact that I'm bi
Or the fact that I'm bicentennial percent lost
Shy and awkward
Just tryna trace these red lines

Get back, big YZ wanna kick back
Police call dispatch
Three white lines and six-pack
Ten-ten birds wanna chit-chat
She'll be sucking dick for

My lineage built by design
By carbon hands of divine (Warriors)
Who laid their lives on the line
For all my people to do all this
Coonery

This is what I believe he says, too lazy to correct line-by-line...:
"Fuck swag
Fuck swag
Fuck swag
Fuck swag
Swag

15's in the back

a tweaker
She work magic in a pan, I thought that little hoe name was Peter
I'm fixin' to hit a line of snow, chill, it's fine
I do it all the time
And by

locked in this booth where I flash hard
Every line is a battle every beat is saddle that I ride to a baseline that rattles
Every rhyme is a paddle going

need some dana white 
cs the booze consumes my liver, so's the pain and so am i  
I can pull a couple foxes, take em home, and make em mine, but 
It's

become real
Appeal to my ideal
That i can feel
And you're just childish
The story goes
Your lines are a spitting image of rappers
With no passion focus

Let me set the ambience right quick
Let me set the AambiEnCe, right quick
Lets-a-Go
Like a flash from the past
When I, spaz on the rap
Never front

Everyone judge, some don't like it when they hear the voice
But I don't idol by, on the forefront wit my boys
And now your ex a factor so competition is null

One thing yeah one thing that I know 
Ima be this way til the day that I go 
If this life is real then I own my soul 
I'm surrounded by flames even

a woman and
That woman is Jack Harlow
Just kidding it's me and
This line is sponsored by Target
I'm lowering the bar baby limbo
I write for lower back tats

the gas
Slidin' with my H-Town podna, we in a slab
By my Miami bitch, she got the fake ass
But she make real cash in a flash

Keep the E in it, Chevy's

understand the reason we called pulled Over so much was because I got too tan
Damn I was just a
Little Mexican boy raised by white family
A little native too

Flash shit'll wipe your nose, nigga, we get slimy
Past when the boy, he duckin' on you like a hypebeast
Sippin' on that high 10, black and white, I got

Burgundy to Reisling
Flash false flag when I draw the gun
You jump the line like a track-start run
Too fast for you, my Young Son
You faker than blue-tipped

Some of the times 
cll of the times 
I will feel a way down 
Or maybe too up too 

I can't decide  
Which of these lines 
To draw between the place

I have been chasing my dream
Nightmares be chasing me
So I Gotta get it by any means
But ain't going any where without my team
People told me to just