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Yea

Yea

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It's a lot of effort

Bruh you got a F, stressin' please read the rating

Ion think this shit for everyone

Watch him take the steps, they can't watch me take a breath

Let 'em watch me puff my chest up

Watching what it gets ya

Hot trays was salty, old salami with the ketchup

Watch the train for three hours, the window like a channel

Patty flew back to the B's, Crown say they want detention

God forgive 'em, they know not what they do

Feet on the soil

My soul soil proof, sole reason

It's more seasons in my groove, full jack move

Black beret, Jeep, no proof

Full Jack dude

I could hear 'em singing in the back, it's a madhouse

And shorty right there in the blouse, she a vacuum

Act two, better out the gate

I made 'em wait to see the villains get wasted, I set a date

Fess up

You don't got no aces in the deck huh?

Blessings, kinda gotta catch 'em

I getcha

Lock up

Out on proby, I can't start a problem

Get you, stalled up

Get you messed up

Some of this life shit, it's been extra

If you get me, then I getcha

When you had popups

When you had checkups

Extra

Yeah, Yuh

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Heh

And all that shit pressure

Bench press the stress till it die man

Enter bitch, dive in

You don't need to look back

The way I been climbing, it ain't shit to look at

I just gotta win before somebody make the book clap

Treasure these heavenly times before I look left

'Cause when I look left don't nothing ever look right

With all this to address ion think I'll have a good night

Said it like a wise man, hit like a slap in the face from a dry hand

I hope you learn the first time

Nobody finna shake your hand being the good guy

They shake it either way if they know for sure that you tried

Hate ya either way if they know for sure that you lied

And I'm pacing everything so I can get me and my crew high

That ain't off a drug, I mean 50 thou up

Breakfast and lunch

Carry on drums

Windows seats starin' out, very high up

Nigga very high, 13 hour bleary eyes

Got good news, they say my greatest adversary died

Hit a dance teary eyed, they told me only babies cried

I wonder what they pay to lie

Y'all need money, huh?

Y'all niggas clowns now

Y'all move funny, huh?

Followed the routine

Woke up, remembered that was just a good dream

Fuck nigga still moving

But that's not a problem, real niggas do true things

Fake niggas just learned the truth is not a new thing

I already knew that they would label me a nuisance

Imma run 'em out the room, even a shoo-in out the booth

Flew 'em out the coop, nigga I'm out recouping

I need all that extra

I need all that extra

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