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'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way
La

Then the busy years gone rushing by us
We lost our starry notions on the way
If by

Undertaker, I'm rollin' rollin' rollin'
Know just by my aura, you know it, oh, I'm chosen
Straight laughin' like a villain, yeah
Teeth still diamonds, and my

with no common no sense
Back in the day with the popular bitches
Nowadays I'm with nobody no figure
Wasting no time on no arguin' nigga
No hoe passenger

off don’t waste my time
Fuck! that! ima be fine
Existential stress
Excellence is still a test
I can’t pass that’s in my head
The questions asked ain’t

motivated by those who made it without a gimmick
Remember days when we made them plays out the Honda Civic
Tryna make paper, I'm passenger while my partner

Six cylinders pump as I upshift
Pushing 90 'til I'm close to you
And as the plains turn to hills, and we're mumbling still
I've got 200 miles of blue

Earthquake the bass
So the comeback is Seismic
I am the passenger
God is the pilot

I get it Poppin like
I should
Ain't no stopping me
The prodigy
Like Pac

either way it don't matter really I'm still screwed
Not to mention shorty beside me in the passenger too
She whispered she got weed in her pocket who

want, I always did it for ya
Sat on the passenger side. cause I stay ridin' for ya
It still puts a smile on my face, when you say you love me and your

I need to feel life 

The judge the book by the cover 
They lost 
For you I trust 
You never judge me 
You seen my dark passenger and still hug me

and we'll be there by mornin'
Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea
But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel

But just like Nyke I do 
I don't make excuses 
I much rather execute
Have my lady sit cute in passenger 
Rather it's boat car or plane 
My guy we are

your own funeral
Massacre, you, your team, all your passengers
You not allowed around us so please just stop asking us
No you cannot get a feature

As trivial as the tangles in my hair
Pulled out from the passenger seat before you leave
As trivial as the thoughts still in my head
Pull them out

we're at
I've been lately feeling so pained by all this trash
I keep getting myself into
I know that you not into me
Gotta get that into my thick skull

roll you already know I'm ready for it
Big dawg been faded still scorin
Shots called not ballin you been knowing
Liquor she lit and her lady rollin
If i

Tol-told that boy to chill pop a chill for real
Yea-yea you know wassup wit me yea you know the deal
You know im wit ya hoe kickin shit we for real

down, I ain't ever been up
Underneath the ground, yeah that's probably where we'll end up
You should know by now, there ain't no way to fake this shit

Signature moves with the work like a wrestler

In the whip with the dope as the passenger

2 black cars on ya street if we beefing bruh

That's 8 guns 8 arms

Verse 1:

I been around
Up down in between the seams
Loud and I'm proud
Handle the biz by any means
I don't get spooked no no
Always on go go go

Wanna change your ways 
What a shame we’re still the same

Save my soul and baby don’t you waste it 
Take my heart and baby violate it 
All the kids,

passenger
But we just friends

Not to mention
All my bitches pretty
And they tens
Baby, bad hair done

Feet match her hands
I was tryna teach them game
But

Oh no here we go again
Passenger number two got me slamming doors then
Storming off into morbid dead ends
Just to go back gathering rust on the sword

you can't talk to me
Now I drive on home
Wishing you were still in the passenger seat
 
And you say you don't care but I know you
Didn't think he'd be