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Ci're Stone

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This was everything from the mat
In fact
It was everything prior to that
In fact
I hit the road just to dodge the trap
On my own
This ain't Gomorrah
I ain't lookin back
On my own
They ain't hit me back
They left me in the back
Tryna say I snapped
Threw my name in trash
But this is everything
So I ain't need they ass
I'm playing every game
So I don't need to pass
I been on airplanes
I don't see the pass
I'm on the yoke dog
I don't see them cats
Landed everywhere
It wasn't music talk
But I bagged bitches
That refuse to talk
My baddest ones
Never refuse to walk
The wanna be seen
They know who the talk
I'm not even in the town
I'm in them lyrics now
They wanna release right now
They want me beastin out
I'm bout them streets right now
I'll bring the cleats for mounds
On that ether sound
I can't speak for clowns
I can't speak the false
I don't need your calls
I reminisce for flaws
I be speaking tall
Get the creep involved
On everything
I don't need the fog
I'm barely seen
When I'm reaching long
Snagging everything
I be preaching towards
I wanna feel rap like I never rapped
How he think of that wit that lame track
Her ass so fat just because I snapped
That was something that I wrote every time they laughed
F*ck the freestyle
I'm tryna hit a lab
F*ck them freaks nigga
My bitch in a mag
I mean bring the freaks out
They be lusting bad
I'm in the streets now hunting for a bag
I wanna feel this shit like I was young Biggie
Diddy in this bitch in New York City
50 times two I'm the king of something
Never been a troll
I ain't keen on running
Ima hit the road
I won't sleep for nothin
Ima hit my goals and Ima keep on gunning
Ima hit them hoes till I find a woman
I wanna feel rap like when I was younger wit the hunger
Proving the crowds get louder than the thunder
And the cries from a woman
Like a smile from my mother
Man I do it for the loving
I don't do it for the thuggin
But I'll pay'em that's a hunnid
I ain't basic wit the hunting
I ain't basing shit on nothing
If they ain't known to put the time in
Mind on the grinding
On sublime wit the timing
Online wit the sign in
On mine wit 2 dimes gripped
Plus 2 pennies
I'm always ready for the robbery
I'm always steady wit the flow
And the progress
I ain't never petty wit your boys
And your nonsense
You ain't made two pennies
But got the nerve to have a 9 gripped
Man you funny get a purse
For that clout shit
You ain't worthy to get called
From a mountain top
I been pursuing my craft
Got them devils hot
I been after them bags
I can't tell whose not
I just say that it's sad
You can't hit the lot
You probably the praying kind
You tryna hit the lot
You the waiting kind
I can't seem to stop
But I got patience time
I'm like the son of clocks
So I can't waste my time
I'm waiting for the gun to pop
I can prove I'm long
Wit the sweaties off
I can prove I'm him
Make the jury cough
I can prove it all
After a single talk
I can leave her chalked
She won't even walk
I wanna feel rap like I never rapped
How he think of that wit that lame track
Her ass so fat just because I snapped
That was something that I wrote every time they laughed
F*ck the freestyle
I'm tryna hit a lab
F*ck them freaks nigga
My bitch in a mag
I mean bring the freaks out
They be lusting bad
I'm in the streets now hunting for a bag
I wanna feel this shit like I was young Biggie
Diddy in this bitch in New York City
50 times two I'm the king of something
Never been a troll
I ain't keen on running
Ima hit the road and I won't sleep for nothin
Ima hit my goals and Ima keep on gunning
Ima hit them hoes till I find a woman
I wanna feel rap like when I was younger wit the hunger
For success
I been comparing myself wit the best
I can't really relate wit the rest
I been comin up short wit the rest
God bless though
I'm a mess though
Talkin that shit from the chest
Can't listen they sound too depressed
I'm good
I don't even want sex
What an asshole
At my best since Provance
I been on a dash
Like the Bible they praying
That my word'll last
All my plans are successful
I'm never last
I prepared for failure
Simply learn from that
I won't burn from that
I been cooling
I'm ruling
I'm on top in fact
I been surfing yall waves I'm a Tidal WAV
I be speaking my way
They be hella mad
But I want hella cash
I can't helipad
No landings
I'm sayin
I don't take the path
Have me crashing or standing
I'm a 60 dash
That's a Tesla in 2nd
I don't leave the lab
Unless the cash is in session
I won't speak on facts
If you don't know what you checking
I don't even get mad
Let's just finish this section
I want Biggie cash
Times ocean's eleven
Times bread that'll leaven
Times I'm headed for heaven
I wanna feel rap like I never rapped
How he think of that wit that lame track
Her ass so fat just because I snapped
That was something I wrote every time they laughed
F*ck the freestyle
I'm tryna hit a lab
F*ck them freaks nigga
My bitch in a mag
I mean bring the freaks out they be lusting bad
I'm in the streets now hunting for a bag
I wanna feel this shit like I was young Biggie
Diddy in this bitch in New York City
50 times two I'm the king of something
Never been a troll I ain't keen on running
Ima hit the road I won't sleep for nothin
Ima hit my goals and Ima keep on gunning
Ima hit them hoes till I find a woman
I wanna feel rap like when I was younger wit the hunger

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