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can't stop me)
(You can't stop me)

Can't stop me, call me Illuminati
Who is naughty by nature, reptilian in human bodies
You can party with a stupid

(yeah, yeah)
His sister hate him 'cause she can't sleep 'fore them come shootin' the house up
Ought to be with jits, she make 'em go on hits and cash 'em

could have dat
Started all da flexing n da posting on da Snapchat
Ain been really outcha I been posted Whea da cash at
It's like my birthday every fucking

Verse: 
 
Pedal smashed to the floor 
There’s no relaxing 
You’re cruising so fast 
Always chasing the cash 
Runnin’ on fumes 
Cuz you don’t wanna

come in by the Bo
But I'm like Big Sean baby I don't fuck with you no more
You ain't safe, You ain't safe
You ain't safe you ain't safe
They found

Whoa oh oh (Hey)
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh (Hey)
Whoa oh oh ooh

I could have been a banker
Sitting in the cash arena
I could have been all that you

for no groupie hoe
Ice on Johnny dang, flawless diamonds hitting this shit for to show
Gucci store, was bout to by some drip but I cash out on dope
Fuck

a tool i am possessed by the
Spirit's of Langston Hughes
A true pioneer, I am here
Free At Last??? rhyming
For those who thought rapping was a pastime
It's

Yeah it's alive
It's alive

Yeah, Yo
I must be some kind of Frankenstein
Peep the way I'm designed
With the 9 by the waistline
Don't waste your time

know I'm buried with cash
My tomb is the train for the soul
My rap bars are solid gold
My real thoughts elusive, you can't hold
My real shapes are

to a boss

Picture me posted on the corner
My pants saggin below my ass
With somethin weighin down my pocket
From people countin my cash
I'm a hop inside

I swear i'm just sitting back thinkin'
About everything in life
No matter how good I done by people
It never failed, man you know I'm human
I always

the cash i swear to God
I'd never heard a better sound coming out
Then when you're whimpering my
Name from your mouth

I'll plead the fifth on all of this

Still got the gat in your jeans
This work turn man to machine
Out for glitter and gleam
Cream by any means, rush in like SWAT teams
With more careful

I got god sense and that's why I got dollars
I was told the rules
I'm old school like My pop father
I was showed the moves
Schooled by the older dudes

of corroded scams
That tanned my conscience
And burnt my roster, corf
(cork) board and helicopter models
I was a backdrop that had lots of morals
But cash crops

but
By day we gettin older
021 southside we reside
Moods change colors like the Antasari lights
And we drivin thru traffic on
A daily basis no

The hood, they love it, the block
They love it

Asshole by nature, nigga, no members
How I go to work, bitch, keep four hammers
Run the city, where they pour

back that ass up
Your money slow motion get your cash up
These niggas is starvin'
They beggin' and borrowin'
Want to hate on the Unit
Nigga we too busy

to finally join a gang?
These niggas just ain't the same
Now he caught in the rain
Surrounded by some psychotic
Muh'fuckers who bang
First introduction to pain

you a chain
Straight to the racks
I'm a warrior like Kevon Looney
Fuck around and breakdance to it
This shit hella groovy
Ain't a snake nowhere by me

First date, crushed grapes
We ate lobster and steak
She kept asking questions how the cash
Made how my rent's paid
How many guns I sprayed and huns I laid

the cash endless
Rap with a vengeance
New smack for your syringes (Ah)
'Cause in the end you niggas is
All trash to begin with (Niggas trash)
I'm gods

the wall
Stall, now I'm back again
Gotta keep on the ball
When we fall we bounce back, we show backbone
No backstroke counter-attack waiting for
The cash