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my red rover Told that  
Bitch to come over Locomotive with the drive local motives to get high  
Local homies they just tryna get by, I’m tryna get

Been hitting walls,
I cannot steer anymore.
All those fucking towers,
Seem so damn tall. 

How can I climb this shit?
Feels like I need way more.

right nigga better learn today
I move with the style in a graceful way
And I'mma let the choir sing
And still not give a fuck about what the haters are

doin no hoe dats chasin clout, hell yeah im from da city but a nigga country im out da South, I told shawdy I’ll neva stop til I get dropped by one of my

suicide doors on the aventador
Venice se kari import
Giacomo showed me the ways of the trap 
Thats my real brother i never will snitch
Aur Lokey saath me

can wari independence 
Nothing dey happen, since independence 
We done mad finish 
For this country 
No be my fault , say I dey talk rubbish 
As we no

choke
I can’t care about these hoes cuz they all lie 
Bitch i might’ve lied it’s never all the damn time 

I been running by myself you aint inna race

way
Wanna shut down every cities or country 
Roll worldwide with the homies 
Pull the trigger on the bitch trynna stop me
  “Bull shiit”
Hustle working

love the way my cash flow 

You know , I know how to bring them racks home, 

Come and spend the night you’ll have the time of your life, 



Second

the level
I raise a little bit hell
Like I was raised by the devil
I was raised out in the country 
But in my headphones was metal.
Rap battles and sneak

Ay ay ay ay ayee Let me see your feet work
Oh oh oh oh oh Hip roll
Ay ay ay ay ayee Slow motion
Oh oh oh oh oh Baby let's go
The way you moving girl

of the whole country
I talk that shit cause I could back it up
Rap it up
If you can't rap before I smack you up
Yup, your bitch come told me to snatch her up
But

amazingly screaming my way to the ending
Death to this country and death to the world
I'm a fictional idea that is fed up some more
I'm by far more than just

While the folks do the talking and the mocking game


Say woe is to me, down to the railroads
I just wanna hear that country song
My eyes are crawling

times with a bitch, yup
Hope i got it right because i struggle wit decision
When theres 3 bad guys by my side,
Devil on my shoulder i don't pray what's

to cope
Down here in Tennessee
Yeah we Still Honky Tonkin'
Gettin cold ones by the case
Ain't no inflation gunna
change the way this
Country boy was raised

Love has been mistaken for possession
Every L I took was just a lesson
It's hard to not have my heart
Some where by my sleeve
But for now I keep it

like a life between
You can call it history
Carried away by the minute hand
I know what fell through mine
Washed up in the shoreline
Of a broken promised

later"
Hopped off the flight, got picked up by my driver
She suck my dick the whole fucking way, she a rider
Nigga, my bitch tried to burn down the crib,

TLC vibes way it creep up on em
And never in second I got the lead up on em
Laboratory in my corner that's our thing
We click like Cosa Nostra
No limit

Dropped all this music it seems I keep making flaws
But you know me I'll never stop

Chasing this money forever and ever
Feelings down I'm being pulled by

understand us
Maybe its the grammar country bamber
But fuck em up when we show em manners
I got a planner to make this life a fucking standard
Fly away
Away

troops my nigga
And some real street soldiers
I gotta get it by any means
You never know when this life is over
So put your bid in and and get your hustle

on getting mixed signals like at A cross walk
Im running thin on my patience so ill Just jay walk
Im bringing fire and chaos just by my Gun stock
Whole lot

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