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a loser’s pace (prod. william crooks)

Album: Running as fast as I can Durasi: 1:21

Okay, let me see if I remember how this shit goes

Microphone check!

Yeah, tight as fuck like a facelift

I could've been great but I smoked myself brain dead

I'm not a train so I don't choose if I don't have to

A glass full is two halves, that's why I have two

I like my bread with the butter, that's a bankroll

Iconic shit, LL Cool J with a Kangol

Heavyweight, only compete with professionals

Got a job, punched the clock, fucked up off of edibles

(I'm high as hell)

Mach 5 take the top back (yah)

Speed racer on the highway, Waze app where the cops at?

Gotta keep the shoes light 'cause my foots is heavy

Flowers on your grave, masked up sitting on a Chevy

Wouldn't give me flowers so I had to grow my own

I am not a rapper I'm a botanist, bitch it's the apocalypse

What that paper do? It's just politic

Hollow tip, splatter on the wall like Jackson Pollock did

No smoke, won't you show them where the coffin is?

Scatter all my ashes in the woods when I depart this bitch

What you think that working smarter is?

I burn the bank down, baby I'm an arsonist

I wear many hats and still fry the mastering

Clip God, no limit to this shit, shouts out Master P

Head spinning, do a somersault

I'm flipping out, what's my name, who the fuck you thought?

(Who the fuck you thought this was?)

(Clipaholics)

(No, like that shit's actually on fire, oh shit, oh fuck!)