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verse: This shit's selenium, I'm phatic and premium And this shit's supreme, y'all be stackin' cake While I work my ass off to get this cream They smokin' dro, that shit really fuck up your mindset You just gotta work, don't give a fuck about the time spent. I gotta stop caring what they think of me, All these pussies wanted a piece of me, Till they found out that I flow And how far that I'm willing to go to get this dough. I don't give a fuck though, no I don't give a fuck. I ain't got enough time, you can go waste Someone elses no need to waste mine Cause you know I gotta grind I gotta stay real, going so fast They can't even catch a snippet of my rear. Shit started at 13 and I'm the star of this career. Mix master produce an engineer, That's all the shit you hear, And the cash comin'? Don't have a doubt about that. I dedicate this to everyone that said I couldn't rap. chorus: Buy it,, break it, roll it, light it,, smoke it,, inhale it, I'm gone, Gone, Gone, gone, I'm gone. Buy it,, break it, roll it, light it,, smoke it,, inhale it, I'm gone, Gone Gone, I'm gone, I'm gon. Buy it,, break it, roll it, light it,, smoke it,, inhale it, I'm gone, Gone Gone, I'm gone, I'm gon. Buy it,, break it, roll it, light it,, smoke it,, inhale it, I'm gone, Gone Gone, I'm gone, I'm gon. verse: Labels they wanna sign me Bitches wanna rewind me Hiding in the cup Ain't no way y'all gonna find me. I'm the greatest. Well that's at least in my era. Tryna make some new shit This that next year Coachella. Damn imagine that Me next to the legends Soon they are all my brethren Logic, Nas, and MC Run Shit, that line's so slick So slick, so slick All these other rappers They suddenly all mine. I. I'm not trying to be a freak or nothing, I'm just trying to say that success I always saw it coming Yeah that was the light In the end of the tunnel Even though shit was bright Me at the top the only thing in my sight. I know I'm cocky But my whole fit in the cup We as Versace, Louis V and Ferrari Bitches sipping Bacardi on the real, Never changing the day I get a deal I stay real on the grind Till the day they let me shine. chorus: Buy it,, break it, roll it, light it,, smoke it,, inhale it, I'm gone, Gone, Gone, gone, I'm gone. Buy it,, break it, roll it, light it,, smoke it,, inhale it, I'm gone, Gone Gone, I'm gone, I'm gon. Buy it,, break it, roll it, light it,, smoke it,, inhale it, I'm gone, Gone Gone, I'm gone, I'm gon. Buy it,, break it, roll it, light it,, smoke it,, inhale it, I'm gone, Gone Gone, I'm gone, I'm gon. på slutten av sangen: I love You. Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it, I'm gone Gone Gone I'm gone I'm gone
Sit still cause you got your place. devil of wrap, hell aint got no space. Demons keep me up at night. Maybe I dream lucid but I won't take the fight, Nah, not tonight. I'm in a different world, this is Elysium. My enemy, anxiety, and his superior. Bitches, they envious. I just sit back, relax, reminisce. They fearing this. Right now, I'm feeling this. And it ain't nobody but me. Man, I do it solo. Slowly spitting lava. Many burns at they feet. I'ma spread them legs on the bed. Do it like a sheep. I'm counting dollars like others count sheep. I rose from defeat. I'm fucking snapping on whatever. Never mind that I got this genius flow. That's gonna make you all hysterical. I'm rising to the top. You don't believe me. You are cynical. Motherfucker, day of the test. The flow, I never rest. I could go on for days, years, months, who knows? This shit is out of this world. Calling Mars like Bruno. It's why I see the greatest, you know. YZ on the track.
I'm on my shit, ayy, but I keep getting looks, ayy, Soon they know me from Norway, ayy. Took a lot of time to obey, but I ain't flexin. I'm not Pegasus, I'm perplexin', ayy. Yo girl be the one that I'm textin', ayy. Fuck, wait, I forgot now I'm flexin', ayy! You gettin' high from my shit, and my clickers is all about us. I don't get the fuss, feel fine, but don't get the bust Out here cause I'm having that and looking for us. You popping pills, and you smoking tree. On the C 6 3, AMG, black tinted windows, peanut butter seats. Sipping on brew, and the lime green, Rap about shit that be real to me. Like my relationship or chemotherapy And the fact that they all feel bad for me. Now, fuck it, I'ma kill this shit. Flow so wild, make you feel this shit. Ill, young, and out here gunning, spitting fire Bossing everybody, running like
intro: Does it depress you, Commissioner, to know just how alone you really are? Does it make you feel responsible for Harvey Dent's current predicament? Where is he? What's the time? What difference does that make? Well, depending on the time... main song: Bitch, I feel amazing, cause I've been running shit like it was back in the basement, All day, man. you cannot find no replacement, No vacation, bursting fire like dragon and I ain't changing. Tell me who run it, uh, tell me who run it. Young YC making shit how he want it. Tell me who you frontin' on, frontin' on, frontin' on A fuckin' rap phenomenon. uh, Killin' my enemy now, breakin' it down Lovin' the sound, right from the bottom, well, look at me now. Everything basic when I am around. One day the labels gon' look what I found, yeah, look what you found. Tellin' me to stop this shit, well, take a fuckin' look at me now, uh
Creepin' at night, burn a CD, watch it on the MRC, goin' crazy. My mind so dark, I swear I motherfuckin' need an MV, probably can't see me. I'm a Viking, shoutout to NV, carryin' the world on my shoulders. If you can't break me, make me 2.2 on a zero to sixty. You can't stop me, Maserati shoppin', goin' crazy When I'm poppin', hit the stage, them titties poppin' Blackout in the studio, I don't feel nothin' but we gettin' lit I'm the man, yeah, I'm the shit I'm the man, yeah, I'm the shit