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Check the back for me

They wasn't rocking with me I'm a rolling stone

I'm like a pistol with one in the head no need to lock & load

Grabbed the devil by the horns threw him in the aqueduct

Right now I'm beating down the block like it was acting up

Call me Vincent the way I'm watching where that van go

Fled to fort Myers they almost got me in Orlando

They can't see me I'm rocking camo

I play the game like a banjo

When I reach my destination Ima' scream land ho

Feel like the time ran away from me

Taped some cash to the clock it's always time to get some pape homie

Right now I'm down here in the country off a dirt road

Tryn' change the fam life that's what I put in work for

Yeah that's me right there I'm in the black car

I'm doing the race on 408 like it's a track car

Got in a fist fight with the pedal now I'm punching

Just met a client downtown & had a lunch inn

The realization came to me that this life is fiction

They can't seem to identify me like my license missing

They taped my body up & threw me off a bridge

But they made a big mistake & didn't tape over my wings

I'm unsure of my origin but it's not here

I turned a twenty to a sixty then I disappeared

I hit the highway then I take off like it's a wet sock

Been focused on capturing my energy like a dreadlock

I been snapping on the beat I'm a megalodon

Turned the lights off checked the mirror saw a skeleton

In a rental out of town it's a Rav four

They had kicked me out they circle I'm in my bag though

I hope it last long I'm making cash flow

Go get a pack gone I'm ripping tags off

Bro what you mad for?

I pulled up skrt skrt like it's a green light

Hit the corner take a left some don't seem right

I'm a shoelace I had to tighten up

The sun rised within my mind & then I brightened up

I'm holding it down just like a paper weight

I'm tryn' feed everyone and I'm still eating off paper plates

I guess they didn't like working out they didn't wait up for me

I'm a geek the wire tapped I squashed the bug on it

I was stuck in the depths of hell I made a jet pack

I went & got the devil gone he can't get get-back

I'm by the border Florida water just like Luh Tyler

I'm the same old me just got a little taller

Just got a payment in my living room feel like Denzel

I knew I was destined for this since a YoungBoy call me Kentrell

Making moves easy baskets I feel like Mike J

I don't really want to talk pass me the mic man

I got a migraine steady watching for spy planes I can't play mind games

They blocked me off so I had swerved in the bike lane

I'm moving swiftly through traffic I'm like Cp3

The spirit plugged my mind in it's like a Usb

They thought I paved somebody spine I'm on the back road

Threw some liquidity in the water & made it cash flow

I'll take a steak cooked medium & truffle fries please

I'm like that thing between the seat they can't find me