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Hot like Savana
StateFarm got it
Retrieve it
Keeping the pace
Winning the race
Having the flames
Running the laps
Writing the raps
Eating the wraps

been runnin' deep like it's a lap
Comin' with the heat line it's a tap
Youngin' in the street without a map
leave u wanting sleep without a nap
Buggin'

busy gotta eat on these tracks
Got a feast every lap Now I'm sleeping on bags
Horses out of the gate
Tell'em progress can't wait
Exchanged on the table

blings, about what clings along your rings
Go harder than any of y'all, always go work in my lab
Always be plottin' whats up in my lap, up in my sleeve, up

to walk in a circle, staring to a point on the ground. He laps over and over again in the small area, as the crowd grows anxious, locked into the hypnotism.

laces, and briefcases


Throw some money  in a case
3rd rate hoes is your pace
Mr big bank okay, one young king made a real dope rap

30k and you get a bar

Blood on my face cause i made a body fall for me
You cant keep with my pace mofucka
Midnight fangs i'm a real bloodsucka
Move to the bass lil bitch tryna

the pace just accelerate 
Pickin up the pace just accelerate 
Windows down on the interstate
With the music loud and the hours late
Be a warrior
not

a Baphomet
(Okay, huh?)
Now all my metalhead niggas bang
They head to this
Now go and aim it (yeah, yeah)

You cannot keep my pace (yeah)
You cannot take my

down
Then we triple real gees then we gone now
Had to pick up in pace then slit down
Got lotta opportunities then we did know

Did a lot of mistakes then

I take off on that bitch too fast, almost forgot, slow pace
Love on the track, collaborate with major, ooh, weed, cocaine
Sleech to the dick, I'm in

make that nigga do runnin' laps 
(through the 6)
My songs, they'll be a bumpin' blast 
(through the 6)
Your bitch she gon' cunt 'n splash 
(through

pace, I'm really in my zone
Niggas copy paste, I see them trynna take shit, trynna be my clones

Trynna walk a day in my shoes gon leave your feet aching

You cannot keep my pace

You cannot take my place

You cannot bang my gang

You cannot shoot my range

Suicide, suicide all night

Suicide, suicide all

It's King BISON
I watch the time clock tick tock
On my wrist watch and
I go my pace my stroll (maestro)
I'm on the grind giving disc jocks
Hip hop in

my pace, still goin' full speed
Watch how I pace, left foot on the top of your head I know that you feelin' embarrassed
I know that you feelin'

Bussing out the back wit' the Mac
Bag a hoe put her face in my lap
Outer space we don't crash
Tippy toe out the back
Grab a blade grab a gat

regard 
Got no feelin'

Yea I came in this bitch 
Never leaving
Yea I'm dodging them shots 
Yea I'm weaving 
This bitch sat on my lap 
It relieving
Yea I

to get my money, yep i'm on a pace
Yeah I make that money flip that money you know I'm on a race
Flipping pack to pack that nigga go to state
Yeah he flip

birds
1 stone 
Good pace 
God damn 
This  god
Been blessing me
A rose 
I rise 
To the case
Advise 
Cut ties 
With the enemy

White tennis shoes in

safe yea
Know you get no money you so broke look at your pay stub
I been moving fast these niggas cannot keep the pace up
Hit 'em with these .223s that

much I'm over that
See my pic and double tap 
These niggas slow I'll double lap

Yea 
cnd I'm on pace ayyee
cnd I'm gone face ayyee (whet?)
Cause I don't

facts
Handling shit my way (4x)

Pace Otto Verse:
Shawty ain't really have juice till I made her my squeeze 
First day hittin ya shawty this here gone be

Time Loop

It's King BISON
I watch the time clock tick tock
On my wrist watch and
I go my pace my stroll (maestro)
I'm on the grind giving disc jocks
Hip