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[Verse 1]
Flex look at my neck
No, Look at my wrist
No, Look at my chest
See that shine that’s blinding
You bet I’m finding progress
In lined in my steps
See my heart’s defined that I’m next
Declined on those checks they send to my desk
My soul worth 7 billion people on this earth
Plus the ones they didn’t find yet
Yes they step aside when I get inside
Of the building cause I’m a threat
If you was blessed as I then you’d get in line
To bow down to God for this success
I just keep the devil off
Think i’m better off when I try to connect
With the people, let em all
Weep until they ball
See that we are all next
I’m a boss, I’m ready to go off
Confetti to throw
Toss machetes with no loss
I bet he can blow, pop
And really explode, shocked
They ready for more rock
And ready to roll, stop!
I’m ready to go
Mom’s spaghetti is so good
Ate too much I throw it up my sweater
Dangerous can’t bang with us you know better
Stop blaming us for things we touch
Going from flames to dust
I’m aiming up
I shoot for the top so if you at the top then you dying
Like it’s 2012 predicted by Mayans
Think you king of jungle, But you just lying (lion)
I’ve been kicking up since sippy cup
The ladies offer plenty butt and hope I crush
They down to ride like giddy-up, For Bentley truck
But deuces chucked
Now Stay stuck like sticky nuts

[Chorus: Samad Savage and Angie <3]
Way too much up on my mind
Oh no no no no no
They just tryna stop the grind
Oh no no no no no
Quitting not in my design
Oh no no no no no
Had a taste of success I need
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[Verse 2]
Real, that’s how feel
I did what i wanted with out no deal
I’m far from deceased, but I am so ill
That I might call lawyer cause I got will
Tryna make sure the team got no bills
If I got 1 mill they got half of mill
To follow their dreams proceed to go build
As I provide heat release with no chill
The Giant from Jers, not mr. O Neal
When I step out the people so thrilled
The whip F12 but I’m not Khalil
Jibran it’s straight to the top no Prince Hill
Best at my broken cause when I feel
My back against wall I fall And I kneel
Ask god for forgiveness before I’m tempted
To risk it all go kill
I’m a monster spit it quicker than choppers
Sending them to the doctor
No way that they can operate
Him Back to his conscious
Ain’t no one do it proper
As the homie Samad cause
They ain’t equal in shakra
Leave them hanging like knockers
Conquer, I’m ‘bout 2
But not toddler
This track suits me, no jogger
Never hit a women, so when I sock her (soccer)
I’m just tryna kick it
Y’all don’t even listen to the lyric
Y’all just like the bass when u hear it
Plus, If the beat dope we know y’all gon’ share it
But that glitter ain’t 24 Karrot
Yea It’s baby GOAT
The kid is dope
You disagree? you sniffing coke
And there’s no hope
For you to cope
With that addiction
Your perception is to different
To comprehend what I’m spitting
But i’m living…with

[Chorus: Samad Savage and Angie <3]
Way too much up on my mind
Oh no no no no no
They just tryna stop the grind
Oh no no no no no
Quitting not in my design
Oh no no no no no
Had a taste of success I need
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