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Don't brag 'bout no shit that I rented
Ain't hit my hoes up in a minute
Just grinding and minding my business
Eyes on the prize ain't no hate in my
place?
Underlies the true hate
The place you're born has a small relation to where you gestate
Pick up on it before it's late fool or it will turn on you
Better mediate focus on the breath maintaining
A sense of calmness countered by a chaos daily
The wind blows and i don’t feel like sailing
The water froze
She flawless she look like a diamond, BNA catch me a flight
Pilot he hand me the map, three minutes till we in the sky
France, Japan, and Dubai, Say she
a nigga that be rappin' heavy
Hate a almost fightin' nigga, on the web a menace
Spending hours with Twitter fingers get you tagged in minutes
I'm mad
Outdated fashion
I've been on this kick for a minute
Once a passenger now
I pilot the mother ship
I ain't got time for that other shit
How many times must I
stomach wants
Now am feeling fried
By a different type of 5G
An I think I've died
But the helicopter can't find me
Cos I'm in disguise
And the pilot can't
Meet me by the bar
Don't say this enough
But I need you
Might take a couple more drinks to say what I want
But I need to
Know it's been a minute
But
plane sitting by the wing
Telling you "the leather feel good don't it?"
For 50 thou you'll have a real good moment
The plane's landed by the pilot that
hate sauerkraut
That's all I'm really tryin' to say
And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up
And find yourself in an existential quandary
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
a five minute freshener
I'm Mr. Free-breeze and you can take that to the bank
Cause I'm a show you more ain't no need to pump the break
See your John be
Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
I was always told opinions are like assholes
Everybody has one
They Say
You will never make anything bro it ain’t no way
I say ok
Oh hey by the way
soul and my rib by side
Que sera sera no hablo ma ma das yea tell them This is real
Hey wait a minute you know that they hate
Because they hate for
breaking two decades n a half
Waitin' for the path of mine to follow
The world is hollow yet it's full of crap prepared to gamble
I give you a handful
You snap and you bag it
And flex on your private
The jet like a pilot that's webbed by a spider
Watch how you light up the blunt
Icarus' wings
You're
the radar and the lighthouse
Stand among the crests and the dark clouds
For a minute or two from a lifetime
For a blink on the event horizon
Between the now
Coldman lori beat
Hello Coldman
It's 4:20 already, where you at
I'm on my way homie, i'll be out in a minute
1hunnid, straight
I know you might not,
What does the time say? It's a couple minutes to 5
I'm with Andre so i should be feeling alive
But it's really hard to smile in this sinister life
I
am not a dude you can seduce with a knot or two
To dumb down my lines and inter twine them with autotune
We in auto doom no pilot finna see grandma
tangle hoisted, mangled
Light year, astronomical unit, mile, millimeter
Hour, minute, millisecond
Pilots ferry an expensive cargo through time and space
And I hate this car
I hate the windows
And I hate this noise
One minute you're here and the next you're scunnering
Admit it, admit it
But I get more
married and live in our world
Let's play rough; we can get wild
I could go home, but I'll stay
Cheat but I won't
So I go by Weezy
Love me or leave
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