The Flyest essence, thrown within y'all direction, jam video 7s and rovers with higher exits, meaning the wheels lift up the flooring for higher stepping, I'm Albee square with the aura so if y'all should catch it, then Al B. to swear any surer of y'all reflection, without a youngin Tryna deny any of my inflections, lil handshake on the way in to stop the check in, and dealing with a pagan in Reagan who got the exits, Nino Brown on the beeper and Christopher Williams records and bitches who find a weapon as quick as you find a guest list, parked in front the shark bar hoping that y'all neglecting, but all this karat shit becomes louder than I expected, and dealing with Reggie shit when I'm court side, so I'm back at the shark bar, walker wear all tied, my soul roll taste like it was made with the Lord knives, and this bottle of wine from 85's on the tall side, and knowing al of that there, different from y'all acceptance, 'cause those the guys we grew up around, so for y'all protection, these double entendres is purposely on the record cause the motives is off the record so know when you bought a record, that I'm just all about a baton going hand to hand, uh, the motto still the same when we opened the panoram', my feet on the table for my neighbors who had to stand and I bring the wrangler so there's room in the truck to get Ashley Graham, friends still the same, we was raised by the same icons, they was throwing you lockjaw, I was throwing you krylon, we still sharing this hennessy privilege and playing \"Flygod\", I was talking 'bout touring and they was talking bout firearms, they bumping Dilla on they way to get a bird flew, never would've tied them together, but that's what words do, Apollo caught the loop like we waiting to get a turn thru, I told him leave the drums in the box, keep the nerds cool, shit is good for me, I'm Cochise to the varsity, look at me, look what it took of me, look what was put to me, and look who looking up at all that we was cooking Gs, look at that
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