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Double foot up on the gas while I ram into your mam's car
Driving off a ledge, they be tryna really act hard
Tryna get me fed up, runnin laps on cop cars
Feel I'm boutta crash is when I feel I'm boutta cash out
Two feet up on the gas, man I wish that ya'll would act up
Speak up, quiet little phonies call y'all cronies
Notice my sinister tellin
Man I am the best
And it's boutta be facts
Telegram your mam with some poetry it's how I really cash out
She really boutta pass out
Landing on my lap these accidental things keep happening
Palpable your stress might be infectious get away from me
Never catch me lackin gotta press the advantage
On all your average asses
I see them cracks in your silouhette
I put a target on that shit
I said I never let your average ass catch me lackin
Feels so nice, skies so high
So high
Take your time, to fly
Double foot on the gas, while I ran into your mam's
Sometimes wishing that you ain't even my best
Go slow, down low, speaking with that tone
Beat so butter never felt so good before
Greatness in loss, justice served in law
This ain't 2024 never judge a book by its
Surface
Hater's mind feeble, like a disabled
Never been an equal, there wasn't a sequel
Nor prequels
You really think I'd put my time on the line in some phone booth or
Fall for your serpent lies I know
Crashing boats with tides is all you do
Wars are fought for this? nah
Was and never is
Not for this not for anything
Some things aint ever gon stop
Shoutout to my parents they gave me all of my life
Feels so nice, skies so high
Take your time, to fly
Ohh
Ten toes on the gas how I'm really moving,
Hi, hello might ask me how I'm doing in some
communication through commute
taxi driver lookin, robbin my nero motherfucker