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im driving in this car i dont know which direction to go

should be getting paper but im just sitting at home

had big dreams of spreading my wings, but i never get a chance to go

shit my team need big things, my hunger fueled by these big rings

mary jane straight, to my brain she just another bitch i smoke

father like son this lil nigga a joke, wait for death and i hope,

thats all that she wrote, try to talk but my actions already spoke,

even though i might just go, ham on the beat

im looking to feast and eat, whos that pulling up in the black truck

the grim reap, his whip reak of blue cheese

im in class but the teacher cant school me,

got game like mario and lugi, we killing my nigga believe me

even with high depth you still cant see me

like halloween niggas dressing up to be me

foot on the gas, wont let up till i see G's

cold enough to make a crip freeze, competion i run

it with a slight breez,

actually its quite ease, cause i catch my zs in my sleep,

pillow man wait till my peak