str8t gas my N I G
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•20 Aug 2016
Uh ........ Past, ima leave these niggas in the past, everthing is gonna be real fast cause im smoking all this gas and im, running just a little bit to fast, watch me fall up on my ass and pick back up, where the hell i leave it at, im a track star, i never make a par its a hole in one with the 38., i never score up in the paint unless i fade away, these niggas doing trade aways, im in a motherfucking daze rollin up the purple jays, my minds so dazed, i always ask my self if i am craze, i was a pre mature baby, so yea maybe just maybe, but what if i was put here fo a reason, to give the meat the season, its is dimi season and it is never gonna end cause im handing out change to everybody, i just sever the game, im spitting this flame in vain whenever i think of your name, smash that niggas face into the pavement, im just curious as to why i aint famous, im coming through changes and extending my ranges, i just keep flipping through these pages till i reach another story, i just wanna see the glory halejuijah, life just keeps on going up and down just like a fucking sea saw, i am so fucking hot i just needed to thaw, i need a fucking hair cut i know ill hit up the spot, and catch that edge up, im worried bout this pay cut cause i havent even got to my pay cut yet, these niggas say i aint shit, well i say i slay the shit, im playing in the battle me field micheal vic, i flow so sick and attract every single crowd, im building all these clouds that i am burning from these fucking pounds, im just smoking ounce after ounce until i cant even keep my eyes awake,
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are these ur own made beats
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Uh ........ Past, ima leave these niggas in the past, everthing is gonna be real fast cause im smoking all this gas and im, running just a little bit to fast, watch me fall up on my ass and pick back up, where the hell i leave it at, im a track star, i never make a par its a hole in one with the 38., i never score up in the paint unless i fade away, these niggas doing trade aways, im in a motherfucking daze rollin up the purple jays, my minds so dazed, i always ask my self if i am craze, i was a pre mature baby, so yea maybe just maybe, but what if i was put here fo a reason, to give the meat the season, its is dimi season and it is never gonna end cause im handing out change to everybody, i just sever the game, im spitting this flame in vain whenever i think of your name, smash that niggas face into the pavement, im just curious as to why i aint famous, im coming through changes and extending my ranges, i just keep flipping through these pages till i reach another story, i just wanna see the glory halejuijah, life just keeps on going up and down just like a fucking sea saw, i am so fucking hot i just needed to thaw, i need a fucking hair cut i know ill hit up the spot, and catch that edge up, im worried bout this pay cut cause i havent even got to my pay cut yet, these niggas say i aint shit, well i say i slay the shit, im playing in the battle me field micheal vic, i flow so sick and attract every single crowd, im building all these clouds that i am burning from these fucking pounds, im just smoking ounce after ounce until i cant even keep my eyes awake,
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