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they knew ya.
A fifth for two of us, tuned up,
I brought an eighth of Buddha.
We booked a telly with the crew
So we can split the room up.
I lift

or get your crown fried 

Verse-2 
I’m scientific 
You science fiction 
What good is the iron lifting 
When that fire spitting 
Science class I applied it

Written By: Derrick Wyatt


Done did all the work, now I’m chasing the dream
Focus on the team now we gettin the cream
Been observing the game, like

winning cuz they know
This is what I do
They just wanna see me lose
Bag some bitches with my crew
Smoke a blunt or maybe 2
I know what bitches love to do

with me she got a strut
My nigga been waiting for trial for two
But it feel like seven
You know what to do
Tell by my crew that we don't speak

weeks, and months tick by. Yet with each day your ship travels about 2 million miles per hour faster than it did the day before. It's now impossible

from being homeless now I’m rich
Shawty love the way that I live
Did it by myself don’t need no tricks
I be on a wave with that shit

Take one
You take

in the booth
Fuck this beat up im so smooth
Got these niggas on the news
Pour that lean up like im Juice
I be cruising with the crew
I be balling with

weeks, and months tick by. Yet with each day your ship travels about 2 million miles per hour faster than it did the day before. It's now impossible

weeks, and months tick by. Yet with each day your ship travels about 2 million miles per hour faster than it did the day before. It's now impossible

Catch me on the record Hoo banging. Listening to Khruangbin. You can’t win. Name anywhere my crew ain’t been You would die to be my suitcase man I

big skeeter
Reporting live from the bleacher
Sporting KC
Know they hate me
Underdog babies
Not from the 80's
From the two three
Red nose, blue toes
When

to do girl
Pass it to the crew girl
Off a perk or two girl
Tryna see how you move girl
No i ain't tryna do more
Told myself to do more
You live and die by

the spot live
Aye
Yea
They want me locked in
I'm tryna be top two fuck a top five

Ooh
Put It on your mama promise ima get them M's
Aye
Get the Cartier

them rings
Focused on me and crew
Ain't got a pass to come through
Fuck what you do
Shaquille energy but 5'2
I'm betting shirts and they blue
Look

high I get, this ain't fly by shit
Too divine am I, for them to define my shit
I'll save you time mother fucker
It's described like this
Beast mode,

Longevity nigga
Don't Ask, You're Not Ready 2
Yeah
Aha
Yeah

Niggas telling shark tales like fish in the sea
Imagine if I got high from ecstasy
Who

Honxho Dragic
I’m wrapping da gas in da plastic 
Get da pack gone like magic
You don’t want no static
I let them shots off at your crew, I’m tryna see who

up in my gun-tote
Get by with my fist tight, gripping the mic in a fist fight
Trip on your own, get your grip right
These kids on they own got to live

thought about how that child would feel about it

Thoughts clouded, no way around it
Surrounded by all the comments about how he ain't never grounded

Yo, it's Kang at two percent
Making the music that you can vent to
In your bedroom, or even at the venue
When you get it all up in your head
You

cost like 2.50 at the corner store
He ain't fucking rich, he live in the trenches, yo
Ayy, had to bring it back, had to bring it back around

Nigga think

got no need for no flexin
Got no love for these thots they gas lighting and textin
HGM is the new new take a look how our crew do
Got drip so saucy I'm

dumb when you know what I do
Catch you booted by Hitchhippers too
Then go live smokin' you with the guys
Six-two bullets, fire them like some fries
Keep