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Butchy Santi baby I was born for this
I got bored inside my country now I'm on some foreign shit
Big hemi
Roaring shit
I know how to floor the shit
We pull up with gold mouth shout out to my Florida jit
And we so extraordinaire put that smoke up in the air
We ain't ducking none of that
All my haters coming back
I was chilling in Key Stone tryna be a jazz cat
Don't make me pull my phone out baby we can back track
Like can I have that?
Have that?
Have that?
Take this hoe around the world like the cabbage patch
Tricking for no reason
Can you imagine that?
A thousand fucking reasons
Why I'm in my bag
We was in the Bell lit
We had real Wockhardt
We made shroom tapes
That's when I found my art
Skrt out the pothole man
Come out, It's hollow man
Lead up don't follow man
We up, I got both hands
Eat up, they still bite damn
Don't have to feel my plan
Don't have to feel my pain
Don't have to feel what I'm saying
They outside looking in man
I'm inside working and praying
LND, I'm in forbidden land
You might not come in safe
If niggas don't know your face
And all we got is faith
And all we got is love
Then all we got is drugs
I wanted to leave my grandmama bleed some spirit she said I'm the one
It couldn't be me I'm stuck on this street
The same one since I was young
I finally grieved, Put you on my sleeve the side piece basically done
Now I'm finna BE the one
Like Karahboo I'm not the two
I'm treating the comp like gum
Because all I do is chew mmm
Stick to it sorta like glue
Don't care if I'm old or new
I'm flowing till my brown skin turn blue mmm
We outside gimme the loot