state. lines. (feat. Kxng Solo.)

On my way to clearports I just need to jet
Tell yo ex to calm that shit before I get a tech
Holdin up the game cuz this Nigga outta breath
I know what I told you but that shit was never set.
Spitting like I got the ring
On my way to Brooklyn
Down to last shots and you know you took it
Kyrie wit the handle
So these bars better pay
You ain't gotta close it
Sprinter doors close automatically

Chatty Kathy on this flight
Trying to talk to me about ends
I just know I need to do this before a nigga meet his end
On the way baby
I am on the way
Heavy on that Keep that energy
See my team bout the moves
I know that you wanna ride
Hol up baby
Lemme see bout you before I tithe
I would never be the type of nigga lose my self pride
Had to bend a couple corners before i really saw the light
Thank God bout to do this thang right
Thank God I made it cross state lines

Same nigga made Summer in The city
Seasons change make a young nigga lil Gritty
I would never ask you haters for your fuckin pity
Working on my second baby
She love it even if I don't do it
You ain't really gotta listen
I proved it

Couple days down had to get the sickness out me
Bout to bounce this file cuz these germs couldn't stop me
Heavy is the head
But this an under statement
Lemme get this prayer in
Before catch this flight to places
You think we the compare
But I don't see it quite the same
Niggas swear that they flow
But I will kill that shit like DAMN
Rolling me another couple
Make sure they all weigh 3 Grams
You ain't heard no shit like this
Since you heard Aubrey Graham

Same nigga made Summer in The city
Seasons change make a young nigga lil Gritty
I would never ask you haters for your fuckin pity

And if you ever have a problem you can come and get me
Cuz if you go against the fam you're going against me
One phone call and things can get crazy quickly
Kadafi god body you know God himself sent me
On a mission been on it since school was elementary
Tobacco Road
Peace to all the OGs that brought me into the fold
And told me to get 'em
Age isn't the flight of years but the dawn of wisdom
Never played victim- just kept building -this life I'm livin
Unbeatable hand -with the cards -that I've been give
That's one hell of a feeling as I prepare for these million
Staring out the window of the Soho House in West Hollywood
Plotting on making a killin
Flight in the morning tell the car service to come get me
Hard lesson learned that everybody can't come with me
Apartment in San Diego and one in Atlanta
I came a long way from Co-op City
That's what happens when you keep that same fight
That's what happens when you keep the same grind
Thank God we doing this thing right
Thank God I made it cross state lines

Same nxgga made Bottom of the Cooler
Seasons changed turned a real nxgga to a ruler
I know my means justify my ends
Workin on a set twins
She love it cuz I know what I'm doing
Yeen even gotta ask questions... it's proven

Solo Dot
He got bops
RMR and New Mali
We won't flop
Floors get mopped
Whenever he got drops
Be me not
Even if lives we swapped
Seen each coast
Been South and been up top
Seen my growth
Nxgga even we be shocked
See the opps
Wonder how can we be stopped
Check my speed
Middle finger to the cops
The way I'm eatin might hit Atlanta for Slutty Vegan
Or hit LA for Nobu and pig out like Goku
Might hit Juniors in Brooklyn not the one in Time Square
There's a difference my nxgga but I'll just have to show you
I hope you
Get the picture because shxt is getting realer by the second
Minute
Hour
Day
Jag make the call bet Solo on the way
Gonna take over the world once we finish with the states



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Writer(s): Ernest Jaguar Iii Provo
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