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up
Like a glass of chocolate milk
Man this beat was goin hard
And thats what got it killt 

 Awaited the day
That I'd brake out this cage
Made it

off
Make that booty levitate
Let it off 
Hit the kitty with no brakes 
Let it off 
Ain't no stopping where I'm From 
Let it off 
Count this money nigga

done let bitches pass
And I leave em fucked up
Like a Menstrual pad
I done took that nigga
From her
I am sorry my bad
Tryna fuck up on my ex
That don't

Ha, what a stupid decision
But maybe you'll understand 
How my music is written
Since you wanna know me so bad
I'll put my thoughts to the pad
Consider

Temp is rising with the stakes, sleeping lion now awake
He told me "you riding shotgun so you cannot touch the brakes"
I was gone but now I'm back, I've

from an educated mind and hard times
So like bad brakes and worn roters I grind
I done flew with the eagles and slithered with the snakes
Had to listen

working late
putting pen to the pad till my fingers acke.

And im gonna get there no matter what it takes 
im only human on the way ill make mistakes.

No

girls with no weave
Shortie over there with a whole heap of cake
I'm tryna handle her curves with no brakes
Hide the stash watch out for the Jakes
I'm

(Uggggh)
Smoke C so thicc nuke A Bomb s***
Dudes be wil'in that's not the move stay at the pad (Stay at the crib)
F*** all the hating amd plexing and drama

Good looking man thank you
Aye you got a pen
Good looking bro you got a pad as well
Something I can write on
One more thing aye let me see your

back at my place
But u shake it to my song
You can do it for the gram
Baby brake yo fucking back
I wanna see dat ass go ham
Shake it shake it shake it

something
I had to acknowledged to fade away
And make escape
I be picking up pads and pen
To smash my sins and then
Runaway with them
Never to be seen again

Peep my bars
Not a farce, I involve
Fire breathing demons
when I'm dreaming
Every sequence
Rhyme schemes on my note pad
All Complex; load the mag
Fully

the brakes...
Garbage rappers say they dropping, I ain’t ask okay...
Got no complaints, drank some coffee and played smash today...
To get the bag, get off your

Don’t pump the brakes
Made some mistakes that I can’t erase
And this ain’t a race but imma end up in first place
Spit shit again I gotta rip it again

don't like moving too fast 
So I cut off the brakes and I started speeding 
 
Come through with the dip and dots 
My wrist looking froze, its frost
Niggas

understand that she hurting but I'm struggling too
I'm in my pad my dad up in that other room
So when I'm up in that coop I'm in that ten twelve square
You

shit up on my own but the muscle don't shake
Driving like I'm crazy, Google Mapping to my fate, going God speed, praying that the pedal don't brake
Shit

yea ya boy never stops
Never brake, never fake, hot tracks for my fate
Fucking with S-B and that's your last mistake
Head busting, let em' have it,

lab
And fill up every pad with the thoughts I've had

It's commonplace for me to gloat
But you'll never hear me say that I'm a goat
Call me Mark Twain

and wish I was a kid again
As I go back in time in my mind
I wish I was a kid again
I fell in love with the pad
Wrote my first scripture in the back of a cab

You claiming the east
You could get hit up
Stick at ya neck like a mf hickup
Taliban work em out with the stick like a sit-up
All gas no brakes
I give

de garnering en jullie zijn zeezout
Ik ben mezelf, die niet van fake houdt
And Life comes at you fast so don't hit the brakes now

Dit is tegengas,

And your girls like my schedule so flexible
If she wanna go out to drink change plans
I'm too busy tryna clean my ink stained hands
Because I filled the pad