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I wonder if two thousand shells will be
The end of me
Probably not. Molly popped. Destiny was
Pre determined
Still I got these vermins that are oddly
Shocked
They don’t like to see me with no godly
Watch
Let alone some icetones that cover on my
Body
Watch the hate emerge
Absurd how my talents. Which are rather
Ordinary brought
Extraordinary balance. The malice
They just want a sip out of my chalice
But reality don’t favor them
Angels in the field but they don’t play
For them
Roll around my city got no play for them
At dinner I might pay for them, but they
Ain't eatin shit that’s on my plate
Boy it's paper thin. Lines dividing love
And hate
Hate it when a saint destroy, love it when
A thug create
The smoke that billows outside of my
Window it might suffocate em
Few will hate em but they damn sure know
My lines verbatim
It's like the Salem Which Trials, which
Trials and tribulations brought me this
Style?
This is how a young child rise to his
Accolades
My time in FLA
Well that was for preparation and now it
Is set to play
Its hard to be brave when facing a giant
But it's hard to make a change when you
Silent

[Hook]
Ayo this could be my last ride!
Shit I crashed up on that GXR
I get these flashbacks like every time
That I hit this swisher
Boy my last ride
It could be like any day
And Im just tryna find my way
And I ain't perfect homie
This could be my last ride
It's like Final Destination
Many fell before the shit
I rise to the occasion
For my last ride
Cause it could be like any day
And I'm just trying to find my way
And I ain't perfect homie
This could be my last ride!

I still count my blessings
Got a keen eye for deception
Never rely on impression
Never deny your discretion
Mind manifest life
Numbers tell the truth homeboy and the
Rest lie
Well 3 eyes of mine reading books of Eli
Ever since I was knee high I knew there
Was something greater
That paper it wasn’t me. I felt a calling
Many would sell they soul for some dollars
And chains
But I been keeping mine just to see how a
Scholar could hang amongst these killers
Drug dealers and thuggish figures
And some find it strange that I realize we
Are one in the same
I seen they image but that’s all in the
Frame
I like to dig inside they mind, see whats
Inside they brain
Many rappers would change tryna get a
Chain but that ain't what my plot contain
Man I'm possibly way too optimistic, some
Would speculate
But your only life is hard to replicate

[Hook]
Ayo this could be my last ride!
Shit I crashed up on that GXR
I get these flashbacks like every time
That I hit this swisher
Boy my last ride
It could be like any day
And Im just tryna find my way
And I ain't perfect homie
This could be my last ride
It's like Final Destination
Many fell before the shit
I rise to the occasion
For my last ride
Cause it could be like any day
And I'm just trying to find my way
And I ain't perfect homie
This could be my last ride!

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