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Don't Stop
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Byron Bank
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Haha, yeah Paper tags on the plates, like I pulled it off the lot 5 percent tint, so I circled the block Fresh cut, fresh gear, on my way to the drop If I want, I just get it, if I want it get got Work hard play hard, never seen a hand out Winning in my blood, so it tends to bleed out Had to pause for a minute, ain't no way Imma stop All done on purpose, the lifestyle don't stop Premeditated, I move with no hesitation Got dreams I wake up to, can't do the sit and waiting Watch me demonstrate it, gotta stay on my toes Play the hand I was dealt ain't no way Imma fold No time for explanations, just know I get impatient Positive vibes, energy reciprocated If it's haters in the room, it's easy to ventilate it A barber and a clip, the right price a get you faded Point guarding all my life and they just pass me the rock If I shoot it, know I'm set from my spot It's a small world, see the game is definitely over rated I arrive and depart, catching flights is so amazing I put it on everything, nothing get left out Plant a seed watch it grow, bust a nut then I'm out On the road to these riches, giving dick to these bitches She got devilish mouth then that's one hell of a visit Paper tags on the plates, like I pulled it off the lot 5 percent tint, so I circled the block Fresh cut, fresh gear, on my way to the drop If I want, I just get it, if I want it get got Work hard play hard, never seen a hand out Winning in my blood, so it tends to bleed out Had to pause for a minute, ain't no way Imma stop All done on purpose, the lifestyle don't stop I be running and running, you know the further I go When they push, I pull, so I can reel ‘em in slow Same shit different day but the mission the same It's evident so I claim, in my grasp Imma take Never say never, you either win or you lose I got nothing to lose and you can't walk in my shoes Keep a lock and key, to open Pandora's box Still a real ass nigga, only f*ck with my socks on Sorry the mics on, my humbleness acquitted Story that is told is bullshit and get dismissed State to state I be hitting it, overseas make a killing Leaving bait on these lines, the punch lines be hitting different Having faith a bring a miracle through Designer suits a promise everything but never the truth And I'm just telling the truth, to the bag I'm enroute A bunch of miracle whips, the only thing I pull out Paper tags on the plates, like I pulled it off the lot 5 percent tint, so I circled the block Fresh cut, fresh gear, on my way to the drop If I want, I just get it, if I want it get got Work hard play hard, never seen a hand out Winning in my blood, so it tends to bleed out Had to pause for a minute, ain't no way Imma stop All done on purpose, the lifestyle don't stop Paper tags on the plates, like I pulled it off the lot (Let me get that one right over there you know) Fresh cut, fresh gear, on my way to the drop (I'm looking fresh so I want the one that got everything in it) Work hard play hard, never seen a hand out ('Cause I work too hard) Had to pause for a minute, ain't no way Imma stop (I can't stop dude) All done on purpose, the lifestyle don't stop Hard work pay off you know Taking trips overseas maybe going to Puerto Rico Maybe put a name of an island in my name and shit I don't know, I just sit back and chill
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