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(Al Geno on the track) One foot on the line, I'm feelin' like a tight end For my darkest times, I just go buy Breitlings (Go buy Breitlings) I go through a lot, you still'll see me strikin' I don't know why I drive this bitch like I'm excited Shorty, do me one favor and the whole world is yours Told you that AP came plain Jane, I'm screamin', "All aboard" I'll buy a house in the mountains, that's in due time Rylo lost his Lil' Joe, hope I don't lose mine Hit the gas in that Lamb', the tires be huggin' while I speed out Even if I was Adele, I wouldn't say, "Hello," to the other side Pocket full of dead guys, Backwood full of dead opps Casamigos hollow tips, we gon' give 'em nothin' but shots Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Brother told the C.O., don't have no racks for his celly He hung the phone up the first time he heard Glo was tellin' Be smoke, we ride banana clips, but know these fruits are deadly One to his melon, so now he life is in the paramedics I want the [?][1:08] We different, sometimes we rock ski masks at Coachella But I'ma shoot it too like Steve Nash Opps QB, tell the bro gon' make a poke and he pass Was self-snitchin' to the rest and you don't wanna see flags Letras de cancionesBetter warn me, corrupted [?][1:20], we fuckin' She tell me, "Go in deep," I love it Told NoCap to help me find a way in I fucked her, then walked past her, so she text me, "Amen" Keep my heat like Allen, Cartier, not Ray Bans Every time I drop a tear, I watch the cement cave in The way a nigga rock these scars, you'd think my pain amazing The way my life was planted, who'd think that I'd succeed? The way my life was drew, I can't get a breeze I don't have no one to call on, ain't talkin' Creed He play, we put him on a shirt and that's guaranteed White gold, not at my peak and they can't even see And I don't understand because I seen a blind read Still fightin' cases, I want this shit behind me They killin' everyday, I'm tryna dodge the grave I'm fly as hell and I ain't gotta walk through TSA Closet got way too many kicks, look like the MMA He told in the police car, he ain't make it past intake [?][2:12], can't help it, got too much at stake No mattress, make a nigga sleep forever and still go to a wake I put my brother jeans on Yeah, how did collab, drip with Vlone I don't know her religion, but she keep her waist beads on Hang with my niggas, I tighten the rope, Julio Jones Don't you (Don't you), you screenshot me on your FaceTime Yeah, took your jewelry box and piss on your watch every minute I think that you can waste time She ain't buy her son a tombstone We fightin' the sight, cut the grass high She gon' let your opp ride, she couldn't afford a damn ride Got no favors if you ain't Usain Bolt and bro, I ran out Money bring beef, we switch places and let it pan out Talkin' to Lil' Mark-Mark, he love coffee in the can now Walkin' by his block, I'm tryna listen to what he prayin' 'bout Say he had a dream that he was free, woke up and he ain't out Release the bros, they play the Cash App now, they don't want them Green Dots One foot on the line, I'm feelin' like a tight end For my darkest times, I just go buy Breitlings (Go buy Breitlings) I go through a lot, you still'll see me strikin' I don't know why I drive this bitch like I'm excited Shorty, do me one favor and the whole world is yours Told you that AP came plain Jane, I'm screamin', "All aboard" Don't you, you screenshot me on your FaceTime, yeah Took your jewelry box and piss on your watch every minute I think That you can waste time From Letras Mania