Far Rock America

Im supposed to be there but im lost in the rock
Im supposed to be where cause they turn me to a opp
Just a game man they say its all fair
Squid game blocks these killers everywhere
Let me take you from the top they on mott
This that blue print when you sliding threw the rock
Hope you grip hope you got that glock
Be on point for them byrko's and g pac's
They seven thirty going in
If i was you i creep down the block
Watch the killers the windows they in the trap spot
They got they view from down low they up top
Gotta creep in the building they set the drop
Doing twenty five on two five
Speed limit trying set you up to die
Hope you tinted when your whip drive by
Its a trap nigga open up your eyes
You getting close to edgemere
Be on point for them niggas trying stick you
If i was you i would of brung
Somebody with you
In case you slip and them niggas try hit you
Them niggas hungry they get you

Keep it pushing threw the bixty's
You don't know nobody drive into you empty
Keep it pushing cause they say them niggas envy
Speak the truth swear to god them niggas
In me
If you follow my steps you see the house shoe
And if you wanna step its gonna cost you
Cause its mixty with the shit
You don't stop for these niggas you keep it pushing
You gotta watch these niggas they always looking
Cause when you speed threw and coming threw the rock
This that pan flick that get you threw them blocks



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Writer(s): Roni Roni
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