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to pick up and go
Staying by my lonesome
This shit get cold when theres no motion
Paying them tolls to keep this going
We defied the limits
This time, no

Greedo with the laser blast (blast)
Pull the trigger first and fast like Han Solo
Johnny Depp and Black Mass
Bitch I've gone loco (loco)
Detectives trying

(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas) yeah
Ayy

By time the smoke clear
Ain't nobody gon' be around
(I can see it, yeah)
I know I did it on my own,

the times
I deconstructed Herobrine
Look like a Sega that Freddy would have
You with your Sonics' just gotta' go fast
All of these bassheads who blarin'
Their

Ayy, AR drench gang
Ayo Flock what up? (I do not, I do not)
Jiko what up?
(I do not rap but I really get busy)
Luca on the track a Lau on the beat

before it fell out
Doing shit that rappers'll never do
You know I'm on that
So why don't I start by telling
You what was in my contract?
Make the type

at me now, long, long time ago
Times moving real slow
But going fast, go, go, go, go, go
Watch me walk down that row, row, row, row, row, row, row, row

DIE!
Listen to this track, bitch
Goldie
No Face No Name
She make me hard, she make me big
She make me wanna kill any bitch
Like, bend over and take

these niggas the police, why they still speak on that? (Shh)
All this ice, I ain't buy, just to tuck it nigga (ice, ice)
Reach for it, watch how fast I

on track
But I got no control on how fast I'm movin' forward or back
My mama said, I teach you only thing I really can

Then I came up on the bag, the boy

takin shit from me know that its ours
I've been
cway from my dogs but I gotta come back
The longer we off it's the more I lose track
The days going by

Baby you da thickest Wap-a-licious Goddess no flaws
I'll be home to heat it up but not until the sun thaws

Fast cars slidin through city litty ZaZa
ch

on the bag
Hope my old friends grown up and don't live in the past
Years go by
I'm writing this book of life the pages filling up fast
I just need somewhere

the moonlight
You were too scared to walk by, nice try
Caught me at the right time, it's fine
Girl I wanna try you ride you
Nice drive I could buy you, fly you

fuck yo bitch uh

Track hawk on that fast shit I'm in Malibu I'm just bout to crash it
Yeah I been up on the fashion this expensive bitch you know that

with thugs mama still looking heartless
Cause her only son in a mosh pit damn these streets influenced
This fast money gotta life with cruelty Joe aint

do
M-my heart beats till it breaks
How much more can I take?
Tapping my feet to the silence, I'm losing track of days
Stars trace heart shapes

like a nigga stepping out
Louisiana in me I go hard for the south
You can’t have a Spitta track without illy up in mouth
So move if u ain’t up to par

AN OFF SEASON SUMMER
AND I DONT MEAN AN ALBUM BY J COLE
ITS OBVIOUS THAT YALL Achilles heel AINT JUST UNDER THE ANKLE
I STEPPED INTO MY GREATNESS
IT MADE

this whole fucking album let the people choose
Yeah

I'm talking sit down sit back
Kick back relax
I put my heart and soul in every track hold back

Tip toeing just so they can't see who comin' now
And I turn they ass to track stars Only by the way I run them down
Told them that I like them fast

the lesson from my previous tracks don't ever get too latched on
8 years motherfucking dreaming does it really take that long
Used to take a week just to write

pulled a fast crime
I pass time, mastermind disaster times all the time
After time you will find it's my way or the highway
There's no way it's your way,

the darker side.
Casting shadows around him all the while.

Desperation crawling up his back, 
breathing fast he's losing track 
of all that was his dignity.