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Reflection shimmers as I throw these stones I'm really hopin' this plays out like all my visions do I might get lost in this going for gold I might get lost in this going for gold, yeah I'm tellin' y'all I'm comin' for the throne I hit the stage, the lights are comforting, it's hard to go home I wanna play these same damn songs across the whole fuckin' globe I need a breath, the beat don't skip, cause every single noun and verb they know Sometimes I question if it's possible I make that happen And then I listen to these tracks, my flow is dopamine I think that's probable, in fact, uh Let's get some mula movin', mulsanne cruisin Hula hoopin' through these obstacles in my path First step is a doozy, once you commit, there is no turnin' back This passion coursin' through my veins, like china white, so why not take a stab While I've been searchin', lurkin', workin', certain I want the house up in the hills where all the walls need curtains, glass Sit back and watch this I'll melt a hole straight through this microphone, my flow is toxic I'm crackin' heads on your top ten till my towel's tossed in I'm breaststroke swimmin' in the same sauce I was almost lost in They tellin' me they play my songs on repeat never pausin I do not sleep, I need a GT3, and then I leave the streets exhausted Straight pipin' on somethin' exotic, by the looks of it But claims that she was born in Austin 3:16, I'm stone cold Still fresh to death, still poison in my listerine closin' my throat Chains on my chest in my casket, my body finna be the coldest since Suge set up the hit, then put himself at risk to ensure the damage, bold Uh, reflection shimmers as I throw these stones I'm really hopin' this plays out like all my visions do I might get lost in this going for gold I might get lost in this going for gold, yeah Well, if these walls could talk, I wonder what they'd say Ay, York, I think you've got some decisions to make Do you want that Bentley Continental or the 458 But that's a nay to the 'rari, I got no time for the horseplay I'm dreamin' again, I want a crib so big, drive way so long I need a Chevron sittin' about halfway, is that too much to be askin' I'm feelin' cloud nine-ish right now, but reality hits like a truck So rest in power, Dwayne Haskins Back to the possible place that I could reach if I keep with this rappin Talk about these problems in the past tense, solely f*ck on dimes Don't have to settle for a fat chick, but I'm laughin' at that Cause that's the cat callin' the kettle black shit, uh Oh, York, you're just big boned come on, bitch, face it I'm really out here on my big belly heavyweight shit You can't replace displacement, I'm achin' for a payment or a placement Flow is automatic, I split banana clips, it's stainless, uh I won't remain stagnant If you can't see the vision, may I suggest some LASIK The only thing I hate more than people bein' basic Is them same ones thinkin' they can help me with their fake shit Get that energy away from me, blatantly They wanna ride for free, my whole circle would die for me And I would do the same for them If you have to question that, I think you need some better friends F*ck the fame, I need loyalty to the fuckin' end, uh Reflection shimmers as I throw these stones I'm really hopin' this plays out like all my visions do I might get lost in this going for gold I might get lost in this going for gold, yeah And I'ma get it
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