I was burning bridges now I'm making them
Taking trips but no recording them
Moving different, man I got a plan
Said he walking with me we ain't holding hands
Broski still flipping pans
Take 'em with me like I'm Peter Pan
Taking off, I hope we never land
Let it blow you all the way to neverland
Yeah, I'm still new to the game
I think it's time I put them in their place
They wanna ride on the wave
Who did it first, no, I'm not tryna claim
I know they speak on my name
They're gonna speak about it anyway
Know that it's never been about the fame
I'm Martin Luther King I have dream
I know some hitters that do anything for a youngin
But fuck it I do it myself
You made it personal, ain't even heard of you
I got that heat that make your body melt
Shawty they lovely, but the girly ain't above it
I can't really do the trusting
All that talking, but it's nothing
Enemy, they always bluffing
Step and dip you right in public
Who you claiming that you touching?
Yeah, I got time for the ops, I got time for the block
But this music thing ain't gonna stop
'Cause I'm thinking ahead, I ain't even my best
But I'll do what you do with no test
Like free all my brethrens
Free all my broskis
In penitention
Lord, please stay with them
We on our way, now we on a mission
Why you guilty, playing victim?
I was burning bridges now I'm making them
Taking trips but no recording them
Moving different man, I got a plan
Said he walking with me we ain't holding hands
Broskii still flipping pans
Take 'em with me like I'm Peter Pan
Taking off, I hope we never land
Let it blow you all the way to never land
If you got something to say but don't know then don't speak on it
I don't need .45, I can hold mine
I'm a thief with it
Put you to sleep with it
I do not read minds but I ain't blind
They a sheep with it
I keep on leading them
Swear I'm a nice guy but I'm losing patience
Should I let it sing? I know she wanna breath
I need to get to the bag
Can't be thinking 'bout that
I got new plans in store so I'm flowing
I know they hating on me
Know they waiting on me
But this area, baby, ain't going
I heard the word on the street
Little critter, you creep
Your men bluff and they sheep and you know it
I know they plotting on me
But relying on me, they can't help it
They know that I'm chosen
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