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CARRERA
01:55
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[Chorus]
Trunk in the front
Got the engine in the back
Hit a speed bump I ain’t come to relax
12 on my 6 ain’t no way I’m looking back
Gotta hit the drift and I gotta do it fast
Trunk in the front
Got the engine in the back
Hit a speed bump I ain’t come to relax
12 on my 6 ain’t no way I’m looking back
Gotta hit the drift and I gotta do it fast
[POST Chorus]
Let the engine sing
As freedom rings
And you can’t do me dirty
Cus my whip too clean
[VERSE]
Bible on my nightstand I ain’t looked twice at
Tell me speak up but you know I ain’t like that
Coming coming right back
I know where ya sights at
Imma let the engine sing Nelly Furtado
I won’t ever crumble keep the liquor in the bottle
The only high I chase is the one that got vibrato
Cream leather seats need the Porsche Carrera
So I can let the whole block know they errors
The big bad wolf came to blow ya foundation
Better pack it up or we gon have a situation
[Chorus]
Trunk in the front
Got the engine in the back
Hit a speedbump I ain’t come to relax
12 on my 6 ain’t no way I’m looking back
Gotta hit the drift and I gotta do it fast
Trunk in the front
Got the engine in the back
Hit a speed bump I ain’t come to relax
12 on my 6 ain’t no way I’m looking back
Gotta hit the drift and I gotta do it fast
[POST Chorus]
Let the engine sing
As freedom rings
And you can’t do me dirty
Cus my whip too clean
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SOMETHING'S GOTTA GIVE
03:21
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[VERSE 1]
Looks like I got my fix with this one
I’ve seen this drought so long this shit is my oasis
My hand is a hundred aces
I’m so tuned in and locked down
And off to the races
I broke the mold of what it means to be me
It’s all good
But I’ve taste tested many defeats
Crank up the heat
And let it simmer
I feel most alive in the dead of the winter
And I coulda been a woulda been
First name you’d never know it
Last name not worth the notice
Fuck what you heard
The drought is done
I’m back up on my shit again
Not in the mood to make my circle big
Already got some friends
I do OT like working class
Callouses all on my hands
Chances are I’ll pass it down
None of this was ever planned
And I’m so down to earth I got a burial
I dreamt of growing wings but there’s snipers in the aerial
[Chorus]
Go on give me a reason to pop off
Every day you know I gotta lay down the law
There ain’t no rest here
Not till my people all set I’ll work a hundred years
I said
Go on give me a reason to pop off
Every day you know I gotta lay down the law
There ain’t no rest here
Not till my people all set I’ll work a hundred years
[VERSE 2]
Of all the things I coulda been
God wanted me to be a star
I make my own game
No I wasn’t built to be a pawn
Stuck in the mud never
I hold my tongue never
And all ya words couldn’t ever seem to hurt me
So try ya luck with stones
Ain’t a day I ever worry
There ain’t a day I ever worry
I wanna know what life is like when all my people better off
I wanna know what life is like when grass is always greener here
I wanna know what life is like when I don’t have a single fear
It’s time to make a killing
I gotta raise my ceilings
Went from no motivation
To over dedication
We never ever fading
I tried a million times
I failed a million more
So imma get me mine
I know they can’t ignore
[PRE-Chorus]
Something’s gotta give
Something’s gotta give
Something’s gotta give for real
[Chorus]
Go on give me a reason to pop off
Every day you know I gotta lay down the law
There ain’t no rest here
Not till my people all set I’ll work a hundred years
I said
Go on give me a reason to pop off
Every day you know I gotta lay down the law
There ain’t no rest here
Not till my people all set I’ll work a hundred years
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