Nah, but they don’t wanna see what’s on the feet
Remember days we ain’t had it all
Get the bag and i half it all
Cause the homies gotta have it too
Fresh on the beat, like the flow’s brand new
Man what it do, like my name’s flight crew
Yeah ain’t no one ahead of me
Tryna speak on my name, discredit me
Jumped on the stage, i performed incredibly
And i’m a nice guy, unless you an enemy
And i got opps every second i’m breathing
That’s why i keep an eye open when i’m sleeping
Had to dip away for the weekend
Look at the rewards i’m reaping
Like i gotta get my bread up
They tweaking, but i gotta keep my head up
Jumped in the lambo and you know i sped up
Just sit back, listen and watch the bars develop
And i got 30 an extended bag
My fits different, that extended swag
So many flights, got hella jet lag
And give me a reason i shouldn’t brag
We outside what you mean
Money maker i’m a green machine
What was you doing when you was sixteen
Came out of nowhere, my flows unseen
Back on my grind like it’s squid game
One wrong move and it’s end game
I didn’t come to play, don’t attend games
Wonder how he felt when death came
And i do this for real
Spinning your block in a four wheel
Blessed to have warm meals
Say you hot on the block, but we got more appeal
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