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Floating in the Testarossa, no pre-owned
And by the time I'm out of gas, yuh
I'll be stoned
And I'll be greened out
Til I'm old and senile
I only wish that I

timeout
Got no timeout 
I'm just working through the day 
Till the lights out 
Don't you tranna fall asleep 
You get knocked out 
I got bullets in my

ebony
Been playing with them keys
Now it's busting out the pocket
Nigga need some baggy jeans
Peel of in a Lambo
Top dog big boss soprano
Godfather one

getting shorter chicks showing fanny
Yeah Been waiting all year
To get out this coat and fly winter wear
Spring is in the new Bling is in
The new king is in

traveled curved close to the cliff
I made a lane switch, I could have wound up in a ditch
Dimly lit like a Bodega TV - end scene
Wake up, black out, like

lookin' at the Atlas
I'm a Queen, keep the chopper in the palace
Girl, you fuckin' with the one
And we be wahlinn' out
I just got a bag, can't wait

they want that
Mula, mula we got, we got yea, pull up, step out, I'm fly, you not yeah
Hoes telling everything comes with therapy, in my good side

can cry when that degree hit
I know you did it did it by yourself ain't need shit
And shout my niggas with degrees in that street shit
I still remember

the stick
I pull it back and aim straight
Victim of my blood lust bitch I'm sinking in my rage
Pull up wit the stick
I pull it back and aim straight
I'm out

she don't know what it means
I was out here living the life of a rockstar
I was out here running away from the cop cars
I got molly in the back, she

out

I bloodied my doors
So the devil could pass by me once more
I’m hearing foot steps close in on me now
Say I'll never hurt, now I'll never hurt

Niggas don't like me, went to school with him, Think it's over a , ho
All I know up it and blow, my cousin, out here flippin' bows
I'm tryna hop in the car

show em what cam about
We be tripping on the family tree can't stop from branching out
It's eight pm in AZ We looking for the Ladies
Out at west gate

We don't know who we are
But we high, that's how I are
Far out man, stars high we am
No pilot license, can't land
Singin'
We don't know who we are

don't need no help, uh
No I still don't need yo aid (Ok)
Ima do it by myself (Myself) in the end Ima need a parade (Ok)
I been worried 'bout my health,

to the light
Will you let me out?
Would you wake me up?

I got too high
And by the time I realized
I found her with a friend of mine in bed
I cried, will I sober

Cut, stab, chop, ouch!
Welcome to the Slaughterhouse!
Left your daughter out
Now I got her by the pouch
And I'll turn her out, with my mouth
'cause I

Salsa night, young 1stfather in some blue loafers
True culture, I could pave the way, let me map it out
Stash a house, never getting lazy, now I'm

was blue?
Anyway what’s done is done
Now it’s your time in the sun
Hit the ground running and don’t look back
And by the way, you look great in black

a month what I'm doing in 24
You think I'm coming off the bench
How I just pick and roll
Twenty eight thirty two thirty six
What its hitting for
Lay it out

could control how I speak
But I cant help but watch as it all spills out in this ink
I let the weather dictate my horror and when it rains it pours
I

Just another soul on this earth
Need a dime by spitting out words
But why they callin out the worst
I create and you gettin on yo nerves
I done came

all my costs and estimating all my fees

Worry about if I'm gon' really make it out of Tennessee
Keep it on me when I'm in my city they don't make it

Out on the road in the wind and snow
I'm just a road dog Canadian boy
And I found myself alone out at the south end of a bottle
In the north end