| I will not give out no pass
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| Waste ass mother fuckers breathing in my air
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| And I know even tho I don’t wanna that they’ll prolly outlast
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| So I’m hanging out the window (yeah)
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| Got my feet up on the dash
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| Face fulla sunshine
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| Tryna unwind
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| Tryna get mine
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| Tryna use a hundred percent
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| Of this little flash that I have (yeah)
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| I could ease up on my tempo
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| (slow down, slow down, slow down)
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| I should prolly save a little cash
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| (slow down, slow down, slow down)
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| I could do it how the text book say
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| I could do it how they wanna chase fame
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| I can steady as we blaze
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| They can do the math and laugh
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| (slow down)
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| (I'd rather be)
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| Sitting back broke
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| Pushing facts and hope
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| What you want
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| Beating back those
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| Playing on my phone
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| What you want
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| We can keep it close
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| We can own the road
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| What you what
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| I can see all the way from here
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| It’s the same as here no matter how far I go (go)
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| Go
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| Save a little money
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| Eye could stain a dummy
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| This the generation of impatience
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| I ain’t being funny
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| Isn’t it amazing how we take but never give enough
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| Then still can have the nerve to pretend that we live it up
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| Fuck it I don’t wanna pretend
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| Hopping in the front seat tell him give me the clip
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| I ain’t worried bout a charge 'cause I rhyme for the rent
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| And in a white man’s world get a notary, nig
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| What you want to see?
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| Double cuffs and expensive rings
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| Welfare checks, buying food on link
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| Work 3 jobs 'cause I just can’t breathe and when I do chase bread it’s 'cause I
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| need to eat (shit)
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| Feet up high on the dash I’m chilling
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| Did a line 'cause I just want feelings
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| Lost girl but I might be villain
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| And I can feel the wounds on my back still healing
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| Yeah
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| I will not see through no dumb shit
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| No fuck shit
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| No dick moves
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| No nothing but dopeness and lush and no
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| I will not give out no pass
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| They the past
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| There’s plenty other
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| Stray cats chewing on these
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| Waste ass mother fuckers breathing in my air
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| And I know even tho I don’t wanna that they’ll prolly outlast
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| I’m hanging out the window
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| Hands in the breeze
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| Knees on the wheel (yeah)
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| She got her feet up on the dash
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| She tryna get it while she can
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| She tryna make these minutes last
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| (With a)
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| Face in the moonlight
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| Tryna get right
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| Tryna get a little outside
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| Vision
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| Tryna flash
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| Tryna do it while she can
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| (We tryna)
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| Do it while we can
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| I’d rather be
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| Sitting back broke
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| Pushing facts and hope
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| What you want
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| Beating back those
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| Playing on my phone
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| What you want
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| We can keep it close
|
| We can own the road
|
| What you what
|
| I can see all the way from here
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| It’s the same as here no matter how far I
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| Sitting back broke
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| Pushing facts and hope
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| What you want
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| Beating back punishers
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| Playing on my phone
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| What you want
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| We can keep it close
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| We can own the road
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| What you what
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| I can see all the way from here
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| It’s the same as here no matter how far I go
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| No matter how far I go
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| (No matter how far I…) Go
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| G-go, go, go, go
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| Go |