| Burn your contract, call the firefighters
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| Flames on the vette, mock long sleeve i’m flyer
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| Felon flow they doing petty crime
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| Spent a hundred nights trying to get it right
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| I outlast bitch, i dont lap
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| Cut to the chase they ain’t cutting niggas slack
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| Staying on the tat, thinking about lick throughout the day
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| And my niggas on the block, praying that they catch an opp
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| H B i can’t stop, levitating to the top, uh
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| And if the grass greener hop the fence
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| They wanna see me finished not flourish
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| I am convinced
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| And the winter part the summer sun i stay out the mix |