| Ride Chevy wide-body cross the Bridge of Terabithia.
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| Skills I was born with but I can try teachin ya.
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| Drop gems from the clouds homie hope they reachin ya.
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| The one they turnin up their speakers for.
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| It’s undeniable that I’m liable to own the world as I’m entitled fool.
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| Get it right all I need is a try or two.
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| If I was you I’d only do what I wanted to do,
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| And tell them other niggas kick rocks, yeah.
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| Park my jet at the end of the block
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| G-Shock matchin' my Argyle socks.
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| This year when the ball drop in my heart I knew
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| This was no time to let suckas knock me out for my loot.
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| Take me off of my roof. |
| I’d be a damn fool I Mapquested it
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| It’s right at my next exit, shit.
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| Catch my bread I’m right back in this shit.
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| Protect my neck homie only in myself do I invest.
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| Only in your hands does your fate really rest,
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| But you could leave it to another man be my guest.
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| Could never survive in my shoes homie not a step.
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| Cause I move with those of whom you are scared to death.
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| Sucka ass niggas ain’t rappin that real.
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| Ya’ll should be members of the Screen Actors Guild.
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| Bitches see their reflections when they look in my wheel,
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| But they never get to do it cause I can’t keep still.
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| Pedal to the metal smell the rubber when I peel.
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| Before I get on the beat the beat write it’s own will.
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| Trees in the grinder, the battles on chill.
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| Hand on your bitch had my mind on another mill, yeah. |
| (Jets Fool) |