Stored in his mind to make,
J. cole runnin' late
Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone
Make it a war, ima make it my own,
And every new sacrifice that i make
Had to say it twice, its gettin' late
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick
I surely make it fast and make their ass do the dash
Lord lord forgive us, personality clash
Make the crowd go wild and make em panic
If his bitch insist on getting sick
Make like a tree and leave
Just know that i'm always
Guess what they got a choice to make
I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate
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