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Yo check it out I'm swerving when I get up on the beat,

gotta motherfucka buzzing from Jack and good weed,

but I'm never gonna quit never ever gonna leave,

Wv motherfucker 304 I bleed,

hope you listen to me when I start to preach,

when I speak when I start beef and when I go I go ill so sick influenza with the shit,

got bars got hoes, got cheddar and verses even better the rest old man from the unc Stayin burnin in my chest,

Somthin bout Mary, hope she isn't married, hit that bitch one time and now I follow like a Twitter,

probably never quite her,

ain't a quitter but I gotta finga for a trigga if you actin up,

actin up actin out I really do not give a fuck,

ask around, the town knows what ya bitch knows,

everyone Bout to know, yung flows but my money old,

prochecy I told em, etched in stone hieroglyphics, all the bags I sold em, time to get another zippy,

fold in all my presidents, I be stayin futuristic,

I do not know how I be so sickly, fucked a bitch from Sicily, benefits of befriending me, now she wantin more but she is just a friend to me,

no competition but I'm racking up my enemies,

gotta lot of people saying they gonna put an end to me,

keep talkin shit your feeding me my energy,

clever with my cranium, flows brighter than uranium,

whiter than my paper be, dark in my vicinity,

gotta lot of room but there never be a vacancy,

top baller runnin shit, soon to let my visions speak,

man this shit is heavy and my mind be feeling steady,

they got me duckin shells like Mario, and killin like sicario, 

Yo check it in the fast lane spitting my rhythm heavily,

perfect bars I'm spittin like Jesus Christ it's heavenly,

 like Two bad bitches and bottle of the finest,

good weed keep Mr smiling like a fuckin orthodontist.

I'll be in this motherfucka til the end I promise,  

Stayin sharper than a tac, throwing hands like Manny paq,

peelin caps back without a gun or a ballbat, I be Stayin in my prime and I ain't talkin bout that optimus,

if you ain't gettin money then homie we must be opposites,

fire conversation with a devil-horned creation,

got me twisted like the matrix,

under rated always faded,

catching up like it's the races,

I don't wait for confirmation,

 tie my laces then I'm spacin,

folly bodies with a volley from the shotty skippin out cases,

need a bonnie, where the hotties with the bodies and pretty faces

to be honest I be on it like paparazzi to the A-list, I'm faded.

I hate bein sober so I told ya chick come over,

gonna Netflix and chill til I tell her to rollover,

put her face down ass up she diggin it like a gopher,

got my composure overloaded higher than that of a stoner,

though my flows are gettin colder

I stay keep in on the burner

leanin off the drink really think I'm close to murder,

ink on the paper just the words that I'm ordering,

bordering chaos with my boys smoking our way to finer things,

pretty women and diamond rings, 

pool parties with celebrities,

to you thats an analogy to me that's what I hope to see,

I'm balling like a prodigy probably an anomaly, fast lane velocity,

now this is an oddity they want quality over quantity,

so I let loose on a bad track got too high now I backtrack

revamp then pass that, goin higher than NASDAQ,

don't ash that with a hash tag on bad day I'm Gucci..