I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.
Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes
I gotta' aim high, that's my ability,
You can never tell me that i'm not hungry
Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,
Gray coupe, whip in momma's name
Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die
If you do then ima have to aim and fry
Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again
All y'all niggas taking shots, just adjust your aim,
To this day, the game, will never be the same
Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim
I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,
On my mama nigga, i be gone for months
I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars
Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks
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