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This shit hit like a old banger
It feel like the 80s
I'm getting paper
Gon stack it up
Yours don't hold any weight
Out here I'm moving these mountains
Like how
Cause I still got my faith
I ain't gonna quit
Til the streets and the subarbs
Is jumping real crazy
She steady tryna be whole
But she hate that I smell like a eighth
Yea I be smoking that Kellogg
No frosty
You know that be great
Eating these beats they so good
I'm a fat boy I empty my plate
Cuss a lil bitch boy out
Outside if I should
But I still say my grace

Woke up at 6 am
Meeting at 9
But I'm still gonna be late
She got the whole thing down
Dripping on a platter
And I'm stuffing my face
Roll up a whole damn pound
I don't wanna hear a sound
I just wanna escape
Away
Oh yea
Okay
Oh yea
Away
Okay
Oh yea
Oh yea

I be in the lane touchdown
I do my own thing
She ain't even let me get it out
She swallowed the whole thing
Never needed no short cuts
I followed the whole plan
Cooked the whole plot
And simmered up slow
Don't try to pass me no regular
Don't mean no sweat but I can't
Smoking on pollen
Grown from California
To Afghanistan
Jasmine Aladdin
We float off the palace
Don't care where we land
And I can't sweat no small L's
Can't see me fall
Cause I get the win

Woke up at 6 am
Meeting at 9
But I'm still gonna be late
She got the whole thing down
Dripping on a platter
And I'm stuffing my face
Roll up a whole damn pound
I don't wanna hear a sound
I just wanna escape
Away
Oh yea
Okay
Oh yea
Away
Okay
Oh yea
Oh yea



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Writer(s): Brandon Nicholson
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