Yeah Yeah
I'm back at one hundred
No more brakes
Of course I got to rub it in your face
They plotting on me
Can’t afford mistakes
Making so much noise
Almost caught a case
No more brakes
No more brakes
I'm back at one hundred
No more brakes
No more brakes
No more brakes
I'm back at one hundred
No more brakes
We pulling all night shifts
Still doing on type shit
That’s why they on my dick
Frostbite wrist
Bitch look at all my drip
Slid on the song like this
All might fist
Hits land hard like bricks
Make a nigga fall like trips
All white six
Literally crawl like critters
Drinking at the bar like fish
(Excuse me bartender Hennessy please)
Across the board
I'm a dangerous spitter
Rocking out like
Goth angel sinner
I'm not your boy
Or your babysitter
I'll mop the floor
With you angry midgets
Tupac Shakur
With the anguish in him
Out raging we
Stay just winning
Upstage and then
Say good riddance
Got too many irons
In the fire to fizzle out
Ima stick around
Overlooking up in the clouds
Safety net never hit the ground
I'm just another face in the crowd
I like my women and liquor brown
I know some killers in middletown
Solidified with gorillas now
I'm back at one hundred
No more brakes
Of course I got to rub it in your face
They plotting on me
Can’t afford mistakes
Making so much noise
Almost caught a case
No more brakes
No more brakes
I'm back at one hundred
No more brakes
No more brakes
No more brakes
I'm back at one hundred
No more brakes
We pulling all night shifts
Still doing on type shit
That’s why they on my dick
Frostbite wrist
Bitch look at all my drip
Slid on the song like this
All might fist
Hits land hard like bricks
Make a nigga fall like trips
All white six
Literally crawl like critters
Drinking at the bar like fish
(Excuse me bartender Hennessy please)
Across the board
I'm a dangerous spitter
Rocking out like
Goth angel sinner
I'm not your boy
Or your babysitter
I'll mop the floor
With you angry midgets
Tupac Shakur
With the anguish in him
Out raging we
Stay just winning
Upstage and then
Say good riddance
Got too many irons
In the fire to fizzle out
Ima stick around
Overlooking up in the clouds
Safety net never hit the ground
I'm just another face in the crowd
I like my women and liquor brown
I know some killers in middletown
Solidified with gorillas now
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