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[CHORUS]
You got racks?
You got rims?
You bought your main girl a pair of them timbs?

You slang crack?
You whip a benz?
Ain't nobody in here give shit

You peel caps?
You pop xans?
You keep your money rolled up in rubber bands?

It cost what?
A hundred grand?
Ain't nobody in here give a shit
HALLER IF YA HEAR ME!

AYE!

Some things never
Some things never change
Death at bay
People stay the same
Until they forced to fix it, clear away
Mister misbehave
Something’s gonna kill em any day
Rather that than dwell on something simple anyway

I got lotsa nothing
Steady clogging up my living space
I can’t give away enough to salvage what is truly great
You think you would demonstrate
Them answers that you offering
Shit don't make me sense to me
Like most the shit I'm lost in

I'm just cruising like
The gas is cheap or free
Let em beep at me
Two miles an hour
Tryna blend in with the scenery
Camo up the kit and slide above them who was shit to me
Past them fucks who didn’t see
Underneath the lock and key

My way like kickin Sid Vicious
Hit up, hit highway, duck prisons
Get up, get grind up, get livin
Never stop
Get it
Kill em
Do something cool to impress
A fool such as me is no less
Affected by what you possess
I'll never care, don’t fuck with it

[CHORUS]

Anyone with eyes and time can know
That that steam don't dance like smoke
That pot ain't boiling over
Building's burning! Time to go!
The truth is all we all hold
Will slip through hot hands just like falling snow
We ain't ballin
We just all in our control

But can you follow, yo?
Watch the moving cards
You can't spot the sucker at the table
Then it’s you, my God
But what is truly odd
Why you double down?
Racks up to your ear, my dear
Like, “this will draw a fucking crowd!”

One day they come around
And the next day they gone
Meanwhile we hold it down
For like a decade strong
They keep on talking loud
Like they got their headphones on
And we just steal their crowd
Tear it down and whip that Uber home

Boy, please take a bow
You're done now
I think it's time to go
Credits rolling, lights are on
Ushers like, “bitch hit the road!”
Ain't bouncing back, bitch without magic
You ain't Mystikal! With this flow
Case is closed
Ya trick!
Time to go!

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from 6666, released October 12, 2018
Lyrics and vocals by P.O.S and Astronautalis
Produced by Subp Yao
Additional synths by Milan Gijzen

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