GAS
Good Lord, you saw, I've been patient
I ain't gon' stop til my grandma thinks she made it
My studio's looking like an underground Exxon lately
Come fill your tank up, I've been cooking up gas in the basement
Good Lord, you saw, I've been patient
I ain't gon' stop til my grandma thinks she made it
My studio's looking like an underground Exxon lately
Come fill your tank up, I've been cooking up gas in the basement
I'm cooking up gas in a place where we don't even pump our own shit,
Jersey
I've just been up unexplainably working
Sharpening blades for the day that I surface
Waited and learned from the greats and the vermins
Taking the game with no aim of returning it
I've been chasing paper planes and tanks and trains and they hitting turbulence
I don't really give a fuck you know, I'm out for the gusto, bucks & doe,
Like hunting deer
Shoveling holes, stashing the loot up under the home
Struggle and grow
Puffing the dro
Hustle and flow
all that I know
Time is-a-tickin' I'm bout to blow
Don't act like you loved me before
Stupid motherfu
Good Lord, you saw, I've been patient
I ain't gon' stop til my grandma thinks she made it
My studio's looking like an underground Exxon lately
Come fill your tank up, I've been cooking up gas in the basement
Good Lord, you saw, I've been patient
I ain't gon' stop til my grandma thinks she made it
My studio's looking like an underground Exxon lately
Come fill your tank up, I've been cooking up gas in the basement
It's nothing but gas, gas, gas, grass, cash
Run up a bag
Double it up,
I ain't fumble or pass
pumping up 91 premium
Catch
Me in the cut
I'm just leaving the past,
My studio looking like a wawa
Cuz down here all that i'm breeding is gas and a knuckle sandwich
On God.
"Fall off"
What they praying for me
Shit... at least they're praying for me
Oh you want to ride now that the drama died down?
Let a clown fade to glory?
Never that shit
Y'all attached hip to hip
to whack shit and casket aesthetics
FYG. FuckYoGimmick
And synthetic bullshit spreading
I been better
Good Lord, you saw, I've been patient
I ain't gon' stop til my grandma thinks she made it
My studio's looking like an underground Exxon lately
Come fill your tank up, I've been cooking up gas in the basement
I ain't gon' stop til my grandma thinks she made it
My studio's looking like an underground Exxon lately
Come fill your tank up, I've been cooking up gas in the basement
Good Lord, you saw, I've been patient
I ain't gon' stop til my grandma thinks she made it
My studio's looking like an underground Exxon lately
Come fill your tank up, I've been cooking up gas in the basement
I'm cooking up gas in a place where we don't even pump our own shit,
Jersey
I've just been up unexplainably working
Sharpening blades for the day that I surface
Waited and learned from the greats and the vermins
Taking the game with no aim of returning it
I've been chasing paper planes and tanks and trains and they hitting turbulence
I don't really give a fuck you know, I'm out for the gusto, bucks & doe,
Like hunting deer
Shoveling holes, stashing the loot up under the home
Struggle and grow
Puffing the dro
Hustle and flow
all that I know
Time is-a-tickin' I'm bout to blow
Don't act like you loved me before
Stupid motherfu
Good Lord, you saw, I've been patient
I ain't gon' stop til my grandma thinks she made it
My studio's looking like an underground Exxon lately
Come fill your tank up, I've been cooking up gas in the basement
Good Lord, you saw, I've been patient
I ain't gon' stop til my grandma thinks she made it
My studio's looking like an underground Exxon lately
Come fill your tank up, I've been cooking up gas in the basement
It's nothing but gas, gas, gas, grass, cash
Run up a bag
Double it up,
I ain't fumble or pass
pumping up 91 premium
Catch
Me in the cut
I'm just leaving the past,
My studio looking like a wawa
Cuz down here all that i'm breeding is gas and a knuckle sandwich
On God.
"Fall off"
What they praying for me
Shit... at least they're praying for me
Oh you want to ride now that the drama died down?
Let a clown fade to glory?
Never that shit
Y'all attached hip to hip
to whack shit and casket aesthetics
FYG. FuckYoGimmick
And synthetic bullshit spreading
I been better
Good Lord, you saw, I've been patient
I ain't gon' stop til my grandma thinks she made it
My studio's looking like an underground Exxon lately
Come fill your tank up, I've been cooking up gas in the basement
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