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Yea

Aye

All down bad

Mind been off that cliff, aye

I wanna drive while smoking a spliff

One hand on the ride

Yeah the gears do shift

Ain't automatic here

Most of them fake so I can't stand near all the hidden targets

I'ma keep my eyes closed and

I'ma still hit it regardless

U might need a life jacket to guard it, while'm

Looking at life everyday still falling like, aye

Behind my guardian angels

I don't bother

**** be, tied in a tangle with no father to teach a **** how to be cut throat

When they on yo collar

**** fuck a hashtag

Fuck a follow

I See 'em laughing but only from the bottom

Don't brag that

I be dropping bombs like Baghdad

Please don't tell me what you need, no

Tell me what you see

Please don't tell me where you go

Tell me where you be