Driven
Messy around and bring old back
Mellow guy but my flow fast
Palms trees
The bright kind
like I got mob ties
A lot a hittas known to roam with me
Flexing when I see blue lights
tryna Make home tonight
ops seem like they on to me
Pull up
Who y'all
Money in my hand
Don't ask me what i want
I want to be the man
Only dream chasers would understand
We as men are driven by success nothing other than

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