In Transition

Like i’m collin sexton, i feel like a young bull,

Keep running yo mouth i might just come and get you fool,

These diamonds on my neck they dancing and they keep me cool,

So much water on my wrist like i emptied a pool,

 

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Yo b dancing,

Like huawei they hacking,

I aint cappin,

Keep the f---ing bands in,

I stay savage,

I look at them im laughing,

So many bands in transit,

You don’t understand it,

 

My gang it run everywhere, (yeah)

It run Medellin, (yeah)

Everywhere that i be going,

always staying clean,

Call me f---ing Gordon Ramsay ‘cause im always mean,

So much money all around me all i see is green,

I stay strapped like 21,

Im always sippin lean,

Like im NLE i always keep the mac on it,

Every day im at the bank and im making deposits,

Making hella money, yeah it just became a hobby,

 

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12 car garage, Yeah

It come with the mansion

Im always strapped with the raps,

Call me shannon,

I stay savage,

I look at them im laughing,

So many bands in transit,

You don’t understand it,

 

Eight floor mansions you know how the f--- we livin’,

Gucci, Louis, Fendi Prada yeah im always dripping,

Hit him with the cross, tween, yeah i caught him slipping,

He said that he ballin on me,

F--- no he isn’t,

 

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Yeah he cappin,

ain’t even got a basket,

He trippin so f---ing hard,

That boy he fallin,

I stay savage,

I look at them im laughing,

So many bands in transit,

You don’t understand it,

 

Im finna make it to the top,

Yeah i be on this grind,

Countin all those zeroes,

Im gonna lose my mind,

God chose me,

Yeah i know im next in line,

Yeah Its my time,

You know its my time to shine,

 

Cuttin all these hoes off,

Call me john deere,

Yeah my visions they were blurry,

But now they clear,

If i fall,

Then ill rebound like pascal siakam,

Ima stay on this grind,

And nobody can stop it,

 

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Yeah im startin,

Droppin 60 like im harden,

Pull a rondo,

Blow out the TD Garden

I stay savage,

I look at them im laughing,

So many bands in transit,

You don’t understand it,

 

If you messin with the homie i be lookin out,

Hit that fella with the one-two

finna knock him out,

Im finna pop him,

gonna feel it in the mouth,

Then my gang we out,

You ain’t heard a sound,

 

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Yeah we packin,

Like mayweather we crack him,

Ain’t no slackin,

We gotta keep attacking,

I stay savage,

I look at them im laughing,

So many bands in transit,

You don’t understand it,