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Honor Roll

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Life is a roller coaster Constant ups and downs, twists and turns Most times the things you thought were here to stay Are the quickest to come and go That leaves us with only one thing That we can truly believe in, ourselves Bayside, let the eight ride Let us take turns Real live and the fake die As the cake burns As long as I make turns I never get stuck inside of a lane You lazy, tell them my way's earned Ever since I said I would be flying I've been on the red eye The Force moving me as the Jedi Die for my people, ride Not trying to get people high anymore I'm not bowing down to an evil eye All hail the reaper Inhale the reefer Raise all hell Tell them we been swell, Khalifa Got a hundred bitches, homie hoppin' Cause they know we poppin' Only rocking with my people Now that's the only option Little bit of piff Lift a little man Get a little head Get a little lit In the middle with Malcolm Just to get a sit in with the clique Get them in a switch We can hit a lick But bitch, what's the outcome? It's hard to say, I'm in the pinnacle If we beefing, I'm in your head mentally and in physical They don't decipher the non-fiction from fictional The Fonz, bitch, hop on this long dick, you miserable They taking it literal This isn't a game, that's admissible Spitting like six into your frame, that's admissible Kids don't get it, we is the gang, now it's visible Such a good future for just some criminals Individual mind, getting schmitty with myself Gritty with my ride, riding through 'Mitti with myself Did it with myself Getting busy with myself Getting to the belt, sounding like Drizzy with myself I'm Fran Tark with the arm strength Damn fin, fish can't swim in the shark tank A lot to lose if that bomb blow So it's blizzy number nine like I'm Rondo Books and the Fronto Hooks like Alonzo Boss like, why you let them crooks in the condo? All I hear is blah, blah You ain't make me Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah No, that ain't me I'm sky high off that AE All clear, then I ride by like it's HD All I hear is blah, blah You ain't make me Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah No, that ain't me I'm sky high off that AE All clear, then I ride by like it's HD Crime pays, but LeBron James took a different route Rhyme slay, flame or flambe, then we in and out Striving for results Fire in my pulse keeps burning Since a little kid riding with adults Find me with the Colts, sipping Heineken and Colt 45 In the hustle ship, trying to stay afloat Going in my bag Flowing in the lab Going with the beat, hit repeat, zoning in the lab Many with the buzzes Used to keep a digi and some dutches You done soon as you get into my clutches She the duchess, me, I be the duke of this The only things holding together, I be the nucleus I ain't seeing the truth in this Other rappers are liars Flows, but not new to this Other rappers expire Grab the crucifix, toss them into the fire I'm Ludacris, I don't think I can do this The new Messiah I don't front flip, face first with a clean landing Stunt whips till the bass burst when the beat blamming All I hear is blah, blah You ain't make me Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah No, that ain't me I'm sky high off that AE All clear, then I ride by like it's HD All I hear is blah, blah You ain't make me Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah No, that ain't me I'm sky high off that AE All clear, then I ride by like it's HD All I hear is blah, blah You ain't make me Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah No, that ain't me I'm sky high off that AE All clear, then I ride by like it's HD All I hear is blah, blah You ain't make me Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah No, that ain't me I'm sky high off that AE All clear, then I ride by like it's HD