98' Girbaud Flow
Clear for Take off
No days off
Yo interest rate on your advance
Is more like what this cost
It's they lost
Face off
Mitchell state lines
You rappers can't cross
I'm ta-nehisi
Suga free
And Fela Kunti
Did it all without a co-sign
You could never move Me
Strawberry Fanta
Jalapeño and 2 piece
Double parked on the blade
And be bustin like a fugee
So miseducated
Clear separation
Martin on the balcony
Bussin back
I'm not waving
Around here niggas die
Before they ever say you made it
Who all your favorites run to
And I never been on playlist
Get to a billion
And never sign to a major
Politics as usual
Keeping score of a favor
The whole damn
Had to thank us later
Them labels
Gone have y'all dancing again
On the yellow bus
Taking all your pub
For a spin
You know who to call
Wanna ball
Wanna win
Then niggas swear to god
I got a clone
Or a twin
Its a mighty fine line
Tween a opp and friend
Double up the profit
To make proper amends
Cuz It's only so long
You fake thugs can pretend
Get the drop on a demon
Then play em close
Use to send em overnight
We been worked remote
Bring the kill to tribe
Is how it's supposed to go
Do you know what it is
To make nothing outta something
You handle your biz
That's really not you
You following trends
No surprise
We gon take it where none of you been
Left the tooley at the crib
But never again
Don't slow down on no yellow lights
Ain't no punchline that's some real advice
You ain't got enough to gamble with a pair of dice
I'm him, paradise Goat status no sacrifice
From a Different cloth yea the article
Real nigga to the particle
Closet is an arsenal
You gotta be a carnivore this whole shit a carnival
We see who line up in the margins though
It's dark times Your favorite artist scamming and bippin
Spend the bread on only fans and then calling it Pimpin
Spin the block on MJ after they learn they was Pippen
Rappers dying on these labels when the streams start slipping
Check this dance move.
Like Gator after he smoked the Television
Samuel might've been on the something
They can show you anything when all you seeing is nothing
If I'm a product of my hood, I gotta be learning something
No days off
Yo interest rate on your advance
Is more like what this cost
It's they lost
Face off
Mitchell state lines
You rappers can't cross
I'm ta-nehisi
Suga free
And Fela Kunti
Did it all without a co-sign
You could never move Me
Strawberry Fanta
Jalapeño and 2 piece
Double parked on the blade
And be bustin like a fugee
So miseducated
Clear separation
Martin on the balcony
Bussin back
I'm not waving
Around here niggas die
Before they ever say you made it
Who all your favorites run to
And I never been on playlist
Get to a billion
And never sign to a major
Politics as usual
Keeping score of a favor
The whole damn
Had to thank us later
Them labels
Gone have y'all dancing again
On the yellow bus
Taking all your pub
For a spin
You know who to call
Wanna ball
Wanna win
Then niggas swear to god
I got a clone
Or a twin
Its a mighty fine line
Tween a opp and friend
Double up the profit
To make proper amends
Cuz It's only so long
You fake thugs can pretend
Get the drop on a demon
Then play em close
Use to send em overnight
We been worked remote
Bring the kill to tribe
Is how it's supposed to go
Do you know what it is
To make nothing outta something
You handle your biz
That's really not you
You following trends
No surprise
We gon take it where none of you been
Left the tooley at the crib
But never again
Don't slow down on no yellow lights
Ain't no punchline that's some real advice
You ain't got enough to gamble with a pair of dice
I'm him, paradise Goat status no sacrifice
From a Different cloth yea the article
Real nigga to the particle
Closet is an arsenal
You gotta be a carnivore this whole shit a carnival
We see who line up in the margins though
It's dark times Your favorite artist scamming and bippin
Spend the bread on only fans and then calling it Pimpin
Spin the block on MJ after they learn they was Pippen
Rappers dying on these labels when the streams start slipping
Check this dance move.
Like Gator after he smoked the Television
Samuel might've been on the something
They can show you anything when all you seeing is nothing
If I'm a product of my hood, I gotta be learning something
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