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(Feat Aleon Craft) yeah Good morning mister Rooster I'm grindin for your wait if time is precious like a baby boy then congratulation to all the mamas and the papas but this is for the hustle generation out of.. flyer than the..pimpin the atmosphere life is what you make it then we gonna make it louder for seven days a week the ..every year the time is now I'm here to get up all the lay for shit get it all the..hated nigga make me sick but we elevate we rise the dirty catch the birdy spit but never rock the show block..self to death but never really blow such a shame 'cause they never really know what they ..to make a.. they travel the globe Hook: so we gotta git it, we gotta we gotta git it on we gotta git it, we gotta we gotta git it on we gotta git it, we gotta we gotta git it on we gotta git it, we gotta we gotta git it on we gotta git it, we gotta we gotta git it on sick with it, so sick with it need a position country microphone my porto to mention some intuition go to globe city is a little up ..only one to my mind..the Mc's behind catch a ..use a underground..my passenger is a bad bitch she never.. alone clocks.. in the wacket try to get it like a .. [Hook:] do it for the soul scarf full of.. while pass eyes on the block the vision is on the block ..we makin it block gone in the .. the man in the campus I kinda some boy you need.. but never will let it leave ..while you still int he streets I'm gone [Hook:] gone gone, y'all I'm gone on my own, on my own on my own, on my own on my own |