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the cooch a couple times man I was too faded
On I-Twenty doing a hundred in my lane
It's roadmoney, I am not lazy
It ain't shit to be my feets but babygirl

heat then a PS4
People know how I'm rockin', I'm just comin' in
I'm wit Starboy , and we don't follow trends
These people be basic, they can't comprehend

Hundred strangers in a room, by the time I walk out
Got ninety-nine homies and a lil' vibe
I am not what they assume, I've been taking different

Cold and alone but the top I will be
Very soon and I don't give a shit
Not in my lane insane bro you're unfit
Randy by name and nature I admit
I have no

She got myself and my weed for tonight
Just 1 round an done witha vibe's
Don't smush me cos am on my flight
You know dick is not by power nor by might

the kitchen fuck an oven spitting fire,
The sikko dropping heat call that nigga Oppenheimer,

I am become horny so I'm smashing a girl,
And I am become wealthy

Destroying everything in it's lane
Its a fire
Straight to the point like the tip of my bicuspids
Used and abused cuz this dudes a man of substance
I'm not

I want to be still
At the whim of desire
Self-abandoned, but moved
By the intent winds that'll take me
Freed by inertia
What grows inside me
I want

like caption 
Wavy cuz I'm the captain
Split you just like a fraction 
I'm tryna be in a mansion 
In my lane gaining traction 
Just look at the reaction

I develop a lane for it
By my birthday figure out how to pay for it
2019 pulling up in the range foreign
Only time you really ever see me parade

to locomotive circles
'round the common man
I dig the Velvet Underground
I'm spat out at Gargantua look at me
I'm ash to dust and back before the axiom
I split

the fame, free the loss

So many other lanes to embark

I'm still pissed off

Swinging like Cuba Gooden puffing on that good shit

Rolled bout as fat

in ur lane you a bitch
Talking on dead's you get split like fraction
Huh can't cuff no thot I stay to myself
All these bitches distractions
Look I

I switch they're
Stuck
Ha
Can't worry bout that
Split that flip, gotta hurry that pack
Link that quick, getting money in stacks
Big Back ting, she

Enemy of the State

C-BO

Enemy of the State

2000

the head wit a birck and started dancin
Fuck parole and Pete Wilson I'm so fresh out the pen hoe holdin heat
Like Billy the Kid quick to split a nigga's wig

Properly
Not like a God, I'm more of a King
Now that I got the mic I can convert any lyrics from mumble rap into trap heat
Spontaneous recovery from apparent

the heat or is u plastic
Stuck in life or can you feel the magic
Is you flat or can you feel the static

All I really know is that I'm back at it
All we

of your faking character that be why you're Still where you are breda
One agenda the goal is to get the racks anything apart from that one you for leave am

hard when I’m not in Dirty Merce,
These fellas got femin flows acting like they hurt,
I got the shit that expose greasy split,
Crying from what I said I

Restroom Occupied

Chris Brown

Baccend Beezy

2019

lane, same place (nah, nah)
We don't move at the same speed, can't be no race (ooh, oh yeah)
You can keep smilin', you can keep starin' me down
I

I carry tools in a duffel bag
Hundred stacks made my pants sag
Unload on your mind then skirt in the ride
Nobody can find, that's by design
Tea bag

just beside of you
Does the world goes fucking wrong
Am I fucking right
Did I sing it in a song I keeping fucking writing
I'm keeping fucking writing

but i still feel it
Pop a bottle deal with it lost a little touch to get a grip
On how to really split be careful who you dealing with
You innocent im

Yeah yeah yeah 
Yeah yeah yeah 
Yeah imma stay in my lane yeah 
Sittin' observing the game 



I wanna fly today yeah 
I gotta die today yeah 
Yeah