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I was burning bridges now I’m making them Taking trips but no recording then Moving different man I got a plan Said he walking with me we ain’t holding hands Broskii still flipping pans Take em with me like I’m a Peter Pan Taking off I hope we never land Let it blow you all the way to *Neverland* Yeah I’m still new to the game I think it’s time I put them in there place They wanna ride on the wave Who did it first, I’m not tryna claim I know they speak on my name They’re gonna speak about it anyway Know that it’s never been bout the fame I’m Martin Luther king I have dream I know some hittas that do anything for youngin but fuck it I do it myself You made it personal ain’t even heard of you I got that heat that make your body melt Shawty they lovely but the girly ain’t above I can’t really do the trusting All that talking but it’s nothing Enemy they always bluffing Step n' dip you right in public Who you claiming that you touching Letras de cancionesI got time for the ops, I got time for the block But this music thing ain’t gonna stop Coz I’m thinking ahead I ain’t even my best But I’ll do what you do with no test Like free all my brethren’s Free all my broskii’s In penitention Lord, please stay with them We on way, no We on a mission Why you guilty playing victim I was burning bridges now I’m making them Taking trips but no recording then Moving different man I got a plan Said he walking with me we ain’t holding hands Broskii still flipping pans Take em with me like I’m a Peter Pan Taking off I hope we neverland Let it blow you all the way to neverland If you got something to say but don’t know then don’t speak on it I don’t need 4,5 I can hold mine I’m a thief with it Put you to sleep with it I do not read minds but I ain’t blind They a sheep with it I keep on leading them Swear I’m nice guy but I’m losing patience Should I let it sing I know she wanna breath I need to get to the bag Can’t be thinking bout that I got new plans in store so I’m flowing I know they hating on me Know they waiting on me But this area baby ain’t going I heard the word on the street Little critter you creep Your men bluff and they sheep n you know it I know they plotting on me But relying on me they can’t help it They know that I’m chosen YL YL... YL YL... From Letras Mania