Antion Scales - 1:42 am

O-O- Options I got
Rap or get jumpshot
Blackness in my lungs
I guess I'm moving faster to that casket door
Mastered every category
Talent help me catapult
I'm so high up out of space
Ladders on an asteroid
We really get active
Cash advanced
In fastest form
Fashion match
So throwing it back
Shit
That's mandatory
Order the pack from Florida
If little shawty act up
Told her to pack her garments
I never dap opponents
Won't get me flatlined
You niggas acting phoney
Know the reaction towards us
I got it mapped out for you

Aye let me spark my weed man
I'm to fly man
Can't stop the plot man
That's on God man
Yea

I-I- I'm to fly on god two shots to send me up
Uh-Uh- Uhh Can't stop the plot them coppers trying to hem me up
I-I- I just do the opposite I probably should adjust
Critics talking
I don't mind it
Weight my options
And now just look just what it got me

Aye tell the judge hear us out
Music up
Windows down
Mp3 send the file
Pack em up
Ship em out
Your whole clique on my genitals
I been as sick as sickle cell
I mix the liq with Ginger Ale
I rarely sip
Inhale a zip
Don't tell me shit
About no hoe no bitch bout dough my schedule flip
I been low before on 4 For 4's my goals can help me fix
I'm a pro fasho
No local Joe my flow is so official
I exit the solar system
I bet it's some hoeness in you
Objects with my logo in it
I detect
These niggas bogus
Phoney
Got a pistol clip
Unload it solely for defense
I control it
Kendrick
Curry
Golden float it
Injure ears like Holyfield
My engine filled and wheels is rolling disappear

Yea Yea
Aye man don't pass me nothing don't ask me nothing man
That coronavirus going around you need to have your own
I ain't trying to catch what you got you feel me
Yea

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