Take a flight
I don't need third strike
I'm rolling in the car
I'm not riding on a bike and
I don't wanna fight
So cut off the light
Sit back and take a flight
Nigga I'll be alright
I don't need a third strike
I'm rolling in the car
I'm not riding on a bike and
I don't wanna fight
So cut off the light
Sit back and take a flight
Nigga I'll be alright
My enemies get closer and closer and
They just get grosser
My life going up and down
Like a roller coaster but
I still might end up on ya wall
On a poster
Imma get it cracking
Cuz I'm still not lacking
I gotta record
I can't be acting bored
I can't be singing like Lloyd and
I'm never employed
I gotta stay away from the
Ouija board oh Lord
Rest in peace to my pit bull
She was my best friend
Even in the after life
We gonna ride to the end
I don't hand around fake men
They looking like they belong
In the lions den and
I just left the Midwest
I gotta do my best
Fake people still wanna put
Me to the test and you know the rest
The environment I came from
Was a whole lotta mess
I don't need a third strike
I'm rolling in the car
I'm not riding on a bike and
I don't wanna fight
So cut off the light
Sit back and take a flight
Nigga I'll be alright
I don't need a third strike
I'm rolling in the car
I'm not riding on a bike and
I don't wanna fight
So cut off the light
Sit back and take a flight
Nigga I'll be alright
I was in a log cabin
Staying away from demons
I don't wanna keep dabbing
I really wanna stay secluded
I remember running from the cops
I eluded yeah I intruded
Just listen to my music
I used to do drugs
Yeah I used to abuse it
It's been a whole year and
I'm still clean
I just gotta stay out the way
I don't gotta be seen
I been in the system since a young teen
I don't wanna see a drug
I am not a fiend
My legs still closed
Niggas can't get between
I need a basketball
I gotta stay away
From the mall
Cuz I don't need to ball
I just wanna hoop
I don't wanna buy a new coupe
Cuz crazy niggas
Wanna have me running
Around in a loop and
I can't have the mansion in the hills
Cuz these niggas spoiling tip drills
I don't need a third strike
I'm rolling in the car
I'm not riding on a bike and
I don't wanna fight
So cut off the light
Sit back and take a flight
Nigga I'll be alright
I don't need a third strike
I'm rolling in the car
I'm not riding on a bike and
I don't wanna fight
So cut off the light
Sit back and take a flight
Nigga I'll be alright
If you're in the streets
You might as well prepare
A lot of fake people
Out there looking square
I came to the East Coast
Like I never cared
I'm holding on to my life
Like I never shared
I ain't having friends
I wanna live my life solo
Cuz people being nasty and
I gotta be dolo
Instead of being took
I rather just cook and
I don't mean in the county
Niggas out for me like bounty and
I'm still being humble and
I don't wanna mumble but
If I see a fake hoe yeah
I'm ready to rumble
Push the fake hoe down and
Watch the hoe tumble
I love seeing a fake hoe
Bones crumble and I'm being
In the Santa Muerte cult
I like watching bones
I like casting stones
So leave me alone
I don't need a third strike
I'm rolling in the car
I'm not riding on a bike and
I don't wanna fight
So cut off the light
Sit back and take a flight
Nigga I'll be alright
I don't need a third strike
I'm rolling in the car
I'm not riding on a bike and
I don't wanna fight
So cut off the light
Sit back and take a flight
Nigga I'll be alright
I'm rolling in the car
I'm not riding on a bike and
I don't wanna fight
So cut off the light
Sit back and take a flight
Nigga I'll be alright
I don't need a third strike
I'm rolling in the car
I'm not riding on a bike and
I don't wanna fight
So cut off the light
Sit back and take a flight
Nigga I'll be alright
My enemies get closer and closer and
They just get grosser
My life going up and down
Like a roller coaster but
I still might end up on ya wall
On a poster
Imma get it cracking
Cuz I'm still not lacking
I gotta record
I can't be acting bored
I can't be singing like Lloyd and
I'm never employed
I gotta stay away from the
Ouija board oh Lord
Rest in peace to my pit bull
She was my best friend
Even in the after life
We gonna ride to the end
I don't hand around fake men
They looking like they belong
In the lions den and
I just left the Midwest
I gotta do my best
Fake people still wanna put
Me to the test and you know the rest
The environment I came from
Was a whole lotta mess
I don't need a third strike
I'm rolling in the car
I'm not riding on a bike and
I don't wanna fight
So cut off the light
Sit back and take a flight
Nigga I'll be alright
I don't need a third strike
I'm rolling in the car
I'm not riding on a bike and
I don't wanna fight
So cut off the light
Sit back and take a flight
Nigga I'll be alright
I was in a log cabin
Staying away from demons
I don't wanna keep dabbing
I really wanna stay secluded
I remember running from the cops
I eluded yeah I intruded
Just listen to my music
I used to do drugs
Yeah I used to abuse it
It's been a whole year and
I'm still clean
I just gotta stay out the way
I don't gotta be seen
I been in the system since a young teen
I don't wanna see a drug
I am not a fiend
My legs still closed
Niggas can't get between
I need a basketball
I gotta stay away
From the mall
Cuz I don't need to ball
I just wanna hoop
I don't wanna buy a new coupe
Cuz crazy niggas
Wanna have me running
Around in a loop and
I can't have the mansion in the hills
Cuz these niggas spoiling tip drills
I don't need a third strike
I'm rolling in the car
I'm not riding on a bike and
I don't wanna fight
So cut off the light
Sit back and take a flight
Nigga I'll be alright
I don't need a third strike
I'm rolling in the car
I'm not riding on a bike and
I don't wanna fight
So cut off the light
Sit back and take a flight
Nigga I'll be alright
If you're in the streets
You might as well prepare
A lot of fake people
Out there looking square
I came to the East Coast
Like I never cared
I'm holding on to my life
Like I never shared
I ain't having friends
I wanna live my life solo
Cuz people being nasty and
I gotta be dolo
Instead of being took
I rather just cook and
I don't mean in the county
Niggas out for me like bounty and
I'm still being humble and
I don't wanna mumble but
If I see a fake hoe yeah
I'm ready to rumble
Push the fake hoe down and
Watch the hoe tumble
I love seeing a fake hoe
Bones crumble and I'm being
In the Santa Muerte cult
I like watching bones
I like casting stones
So leave me alone
I don't need a third strike
I'm rolling in the car
I'm not riding on a bike and
I don't wanna fight
So cut off the light
Sit back and take a flight
Nigga I'll be alright
I don't need a third strike
I'm rolling in the car
I'm not riding on a bike and
I don't wanna fight
So cut off the light
Sit back and take a flight
Nigga I'll be alright
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