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Check one check one
You miss every shot you don't take volume 1
The end of the beginning

Trap drum feel the heat
Boys in the fleet
Coming in like

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Boys in the fleet
Coming in like

Jap trum with the beat
Trap drum feel the heat
Coming in like bah bah bah

Jap trum with the beat
Trap drum feel the heat
Boys in the fleet

I'm running I'm running but I can't stop
Rolling down this hill full speed, Brakes cut
Quarantine left me free to do me
I ain't paying no more
Just fighting these wrongs
That I write in these thoughts
You miss every shot you don't take
So Im gonna come full blast and spray y'all with an m60
That's a gun line, military rhyme
Word play, load up lyrics
Fire at your mind, 9 out of 10 times the heat you're feeling is mine
Times coming to drop what's hiding in the MCN's stash of files
Librarian vibes trying to sort through our alien type
Cos there aint much positive, just vile
No style to their rhymes, just crime in their lives
Bragging to the people of the world, its alright

Jap trum with the beat
Trap drum feel the heat
Boys in the fleet
Coming in like bah bah bah

Jap trum with the beat
Boys in the fleet
Coming in like bah bah bah

Money and Cars gon lose
Women and class gon lose
MCN clean, we're a muse
Lying on a track, you amuse

Money and Cars gon lose
Women and class gon lose
MCN clean, we're a muse
Lying on a track, you amuse

Music is an art we use
Sharing what we have, our views
Distributing gems, infused
Makes a normal person improve

Material themes abused
On a mainstream track they're used
Strutting selfish attitudes
Leaving a youth confused
Substituting solitude for ridicule
Solitude for ridicule

Jap trum with the beat
Trap drum feel the heat
Boys in the fleet
Coming in like

Jap trum with the beat
Trap drum feel the heat
Boys in the fleet
Coming in like



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Zare
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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