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light up the sky
Anxiety will try to see you crumble and cry
Meditate to hit the brakes face and humble your mind
Heavens gates are open late so wait

stunt on me
I dare you to front on me
It's like i got asthma
The way that I'm walking around with this
Pump on me
Pump ya brakes
Don't let them gas you

yea
Oz cop the Benz like yea
I'm off the m like yea
I'm off the m like yea

Wait yea yea yea
I keep the cash in the match box
Pills in the stash no pad

Four in lanes
Got 180 on dash
Did a 180, no cash
How?!
Doing a 100, fucc gas
no brakes
I play the sport for the passion
Throw in a towel
Can't happen

One man
Three roles
One track
One studio with a pen and rhyme pad

One mom
Grandpa
With one dad
Out in santa ynez
Where we all cheers
With a wine

Don't wanna make mistakes again no
I don't wanna pick up my note pad and my pen
And write a journal
About a girl who brake heart
While I be the one that's

keep my sanity
Recognize the pain Yeah
Pen to the pad.
It's the same old thing
From the Feelings of the plate
It's a goddamn shame.
Homie by my side

to control when you black in the urban
Concrete jungle always in the struggle
Grab the wheel quick but the tread won't stick
Then I hit the brakes, but

escape reality 
X2 

Verse 1 

Had to wake up 
I was sleep on myself 
Pen to the pad 
Brought me into realm 
On my freq 
Can’t be no one else 
Tapped into

This ain't the finish line, this barely the beginning
Why do I push the brakes, I'm barely revving out the engine
And respect due's still owed to me,

Bout my green like lilly pads
Rockstar dreams I really had
Boa I don't stop working
Know that they be lurking
I never popped a Perc and
Clean like that

Good drunk with the seal pour a 8ball man 
These niggas can't see me like ray Charles...
Thigh pads in these Amir bitch 
I'm really chicken you can call

burst So thank you to the critics for giving me slight adverse cause, you're the reason this jam is jiggy my pad is jelly the track is smashed like

Nigga ain't nobody safe friendly fire friendly aim
Skirt skirt we in overdrive you better pump your brakes
Whoop whoop Mrs. officer I think your breast

my foot all on the gas I be moving at the speed of light
Ain't he a rockstar
A fuckin outlaw
A pen and pad and I need a mic
Then watch me pop off I'm

Music is the apple of my eye
I ain't talking about the pad tho
And I don't have to use a razor blade
Before I sharpen up my lines
I ain't even tryna

Dropping all these singles
And they begging for an album
So I have to go and drop the EP on em
All gas no brakes
Full speed on em
Silk lace, slim waist
Full

Throw out my ace, stomp on the brakes
Bitch in my face, I deny her
(Bitch in my face I deny her)
Go on the gram, I see people stay flexing
We don't give

delete her
I was never tryna waste time
If you takin' Packs or you talking pads nigga facetime
I was down court you was up court at the baseline
With

in the air
There's something about this time
That's making me eager as ever to pick up the pen and the pad and rhyme
Not sure if it's stress or anxiety

minutes wit pad and a pen 
I'm just saying it more thought to it nigga ugh
I know we all tryna eat my nigga
But we chillin 
Thinkin how we gone make it, make

As-salamu alaykum (Who are you?)
You can call me Great One
Trained those witches back in Salem
With the craft and the pad I'm a master
Plans of attack are

they watching me
Pads like a match
So I spaz till I'm out of heat
Brakes ain't no cooling down
Gay how I'm cocky now
When I'm at the top
Don't try

ya hand
I got the flow on demand
Rhythm in plan
Pro with precision and pad
Putting the fam on the map
Yeah we adapt
Come with the facts in a
Bag in