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get your ass in gear. 

Don't be scared, I won't be viscous. 
Let's show him how we “Diarrhea Christmas”

Gimme that gimme that gimme that 
Gimme that

take shit
Man heard they caught you up on that fake shit
All my shit owned no bills for the lane switch
Playing round here going crazy with the tar tints

pound for pound
Is to take the freeway straight, avoid the round and round

And if you get into your car and get a spark to start
Gotta put it into gear

The bitch himself, I pitch Clay Kirsch himself, Clay hurt yourself, if you fucking wit my gear
I'm pretty under influence, get the beat with the snare, now

We can get it all night we can go in
She be shining so bright she be glowin
You knowin I'm lighting and pourin
If you aint rollin up your just

,streets aint the same all these squares up in the game , since a kid always had big dreams, my momma kept me in fly gear my daddy had P's , eatin dinner wit

Keep doing me, I could never stop
Keep cooking up and that shit is a bop
When I go to the store they be calling me boss
Now I wake up and go straight

through the toughest
Battles Times is hard sometimes still is
Gotta keep going, that's what I did If you switched up then it is what it is
Cause all

Yeah, shut the fuck up and just listen
Just play the music and don't do the bitchin
I'm a real dude, I never did switchin
A sea full of women, nigga,

And make it stop
All the noises you be hearing from the medias got you stuck
Ay what is up, shake it off
I heard C -19 is gone
My music is the new bomb
Wont

the fuck up, look at this i'm trying to hear
Camouflage like we in the army I got my gear
Nigga stop trying to be my dad and go disappear
Look what you did,

Jones pullin' up in a tactile truck
See the back light up when you taste my dust

Lickin' backwoods like a termite
Trust that a man gon buss down

niggas acting stupid we taking they heads off 

Feel this pain up in my brain I go insane believe it
Wrote a scripture for the game you contain the teacher

With the gear that shatter
I been doing shit properly
She don't wanna admit she wanna be wid me
But her head keep bobbin
I ain't no triangle member like

song maybe you could play me
Let's take a little trip back two years
Never saw a way to get past my fears
Oil in my brain cause I had cracked my gears
In

all the wrongs
You kept me up
You're just fucked up
But just in this one song
I've been righting your wrongs
But I threw it away
Cause it made me insane

But we the ones who got the city up they cannot stop us
Already in gear yeah we clutch
I don't know what's wavier the flow or the drip
It don't really

the deal
You been so consumed in how you feel
You forgot the whole ordeal of how I'm
Cheffing now, in the cut
Got the sauce, cooked it up
Behind the decks,

It is what it is
Stack up my moneyto buy me a crib
Niggas be jiffing we make them the bid
Shooters gon shoot leave yo momma in with tears
We making

beams and gears that grind
Hunt the prey, no peace to find
Silent feet, electric eyes
Pierce the night to light the skies

Backup, backup from me, backup

cookie packs from mother plants
That's derived from cookie clones
And push cookie packs once they full grown
And package them up for people with a cookie

I got mud on my tires from the road I choose
Keeps me inspired to break all the rules
Fire me up and watch me move
I'm a Ranger
I'm a Ranger
Work

means that I'm up, not tryna lose
No new raps out here, this feel mad dusty

Best thing smoking like when weed smell musky
And I been rapping bout Bleu

Balla Boy linen
Bad bitch in her feeling
Throw it up and I'm making a killing

Told her I only rock Balla Boy gear
She said why you fear me?
Ima drop