| (Yeah, yeah |
| Alright, this the shit right now, let's ride out |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Boy, we wasting no time in this motherfucker |
| Yeah, yeah |
| We're 'bout to get ready to do what we've been doing all this time |
| And now we get down |
| Now, ladies and gentlemen) |
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| Forwards, never backwards |
| Like AKAI said, don't neglect that |
| On the come up from a setback |
| Said I love me and I meant that |
| With my whole heart, I'm intact still |
| Niggas all talk, where the action? |
| All my questions gettin' answered |
| What is practice? I'm a dancer |
| And I kick ball like I'm Salah |
| Or I'm Mané out at Anfield |
| I'm at Roscoe's off of Mansfield |
| I'm on Pico with my mans still |
| I ain't change, I just a made lil' dough |
| I'm in Bed-Stuy, but L.A. is home |
| Where the TECs fly and the semis blow |
| My pops said, "Where the ting at?" |
| Had to set aside what I think I know |
| I don't know enough, never will though |
| I ain't know how to feel though |
| Had my arms up in the sky, reaching hella high like I hit the field goal |
| What you sayin', cousin? |
| Fate or luck, only way is up, I ain't gonna plummet |
| Me and Budge in a Tesla |
| Navy next up, big tunes bustin' |
| It's 5 A.M. on the dot |
| Niggas not who they claim they really are |
| On the block, in between them boulevards |
| Fuck a cop, but I navy blue the garms |
| 'Bout this bread and cheese like a chicken parm' |
| I got everything I could ever want |
| I just gotta breathe, feather weigh a heart |
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| Hit the kill switch on the right shit |
| Then it gets tough, that's how life get |
| Hands balled up in a fist, I don't miss |
| Niggas know what it is, gotta live |
| (I keep making music) Gotta live |
| (It's a marvelous thing to come all the way from—) |
| Hit the kill switch on the right shit |
| Nigga, I ain't self-righteous, uh, uh |
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| I been in tune since the first day on this earth |
| Baby, I serve purpose |
| The sun risen and the birds chirping |
| Lord bless me, but the serfs working |
| More money mean more problems |
| I spot 'em and got 'em, we cut serpents off |
| Niggas caught in the circle |
| A marksman, the targeted person |
| It's partial, I'm tossing and turning |
| My journey is all of my story |
| I'm warring, it's all so important |
| The Stoney is also imported |
| The lightning is striking, I'm stricken |
| Take a look at my life, for instance |
| Living then you die in a instance |
| Only thing instant is coffee |
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| Then it get tough, that's how life get |
| Hands balled up in a fist, I don't miss |
| Niggas know what it is, on God |
| Hit the kill switch on the right shit |
| Then it gets tough, that's how life get |
| Hands balled up in fist, I don't miss |
| Niggas know what it is |
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