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I'm at peace with myself so I'm down to die for real
Astro-planing in the whip, it's slip and slide for real
I get a text at 3 A.m. it say I love you, okay cool
Pick up my tool, she playing games, but she gonna die for real
I'm in that mode, I'm in my zone, yeah this that savage shit
Hop in the whip I hit the switch and I start clapping shit
I hit her back like, what the fuck?
Message read, and now she fucked
Grab the Mac, attach the drum
Now I'm sliding through the burbs, speed bumps but I'm too turnt
Round the block I hit the brakes, so now I'm parked up on the curb
Fuck a greeting, I do walk-in's, nice to meet you
Hit the window start to peek in, it's too quiet must be sleeping uh

They hit them lights, they pull me over, they could smell the weed
I made a promise to myself that I would never leave
I took the risk of trusting people for who they claimed to be
But I ain't gonna lie and act like I don't need no therapy
Hop right off the jet nigga, land in LAX yeah all my opps is dead
They keep talking out they neck
All that talking on the net make a nigga turn up dead, wait, wait
Shawty acting like I ain't, but, bitch I'm him
Tears running down her cheek, bitch, I'm at the gym aye

I'm at peace with myself so I'm down to die for real
Astro-planing in the whip, it's slip and slide for real
I get a text at 3 A.m. it say I love you, okay cool
Pick up my tool, she playing games, but she gonna die for real
I'm in that mode, I'm in my zone, yeah this that savage shit
Hop in my whip I hit the switch and I start clapping shit
I hit her back like, what the fuck?
Message read, and now she fucked
Grab the Mac, attach the drum
Now I'm sliding through the burbs, speed bumps but I'm too turnt
Round the block I hit the brakes, so now I'm parked up on the curb
Fuck a greeting, I do walk-in's, nice to meet you
Hit the window start to peek in, it's too quiet must be sleeping uh



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