NEFEW - ALL GAS

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Verse I We got one NEFEW Yuh, It’s four in the morning I’m swerving Fired up, the night is a Virgin And my fit is clean no detergent I keep it neat when I’m splurging Don’t step on my turf I’m allergic When it comes to peace I’m determined And my new bitch looking Persian Dark brown eyes, jeans bursting I don’t pardon no incursions Been the hardest since I was emerging Running operations like a surgeon
On the devil’s playground working But my heart is pure like a sermon As I’m keeping my scope on the vermin In a tinted window back Suburban Like Bunny, unburdened The hoodie is low like the fog in the valley I stay by myself as I’m upping the tally Ain’t cutting no corners, this shit’s not a rally But I’m war ready like a galley I’m not popping no pills, ain’t seeking no thrills I stay in the gym, not looking for frills Hook Might hit a few skins but nothing’s for real I stay on the low, my hands on the wheel I ride dolo, no static And stack chips to the attic I’m on the way drop the addy At the crack of dawn, still at it I’m all gas no brakes I’m all gas no brakes I’m all gas no brakes I’m all gas no brakes I ride dolo, no static And stack chips to the attic I’m on the way drop the addy At the crack of dawn, still at it I’m all gas no brakes I’m all gas no brakes I’m all gas no brakes I’m all gas no brakes Verse 2 I’m chasing the finer things No Christian Dior or diamond rings No frivolous scores and miner wins My tale is not one of mice and men My legacy’s built on a righteous pen Inflammable words like hydrogen I’m the chosen one as I pull out the sword Of Excalibur follow the smoking gun I’m overly dedicated And the rise to fame is premeditated If you’re sleeping on me you’ll get educated As the art form’s being elevated I face my trials like I’m highly favored Keep it one hundred, nothing’s fabricated I wear my stripes like I’m decorated Staying unsung until I’m celebrated I’m the hardest out since Francis My shit is flyer than a pamphlet I make the whole motherfucking floor bounce When them 808s meet the stanzas I want it all, fuck a settlement Lay the ground work like sediment And she’s been trying to keep me out my element But a sentiment’s not my regiment I ride dolo, no static And stack chips to the attic I’m on the way drop the addy At the crack of dawn, still at it I’m all gas no brakes I’m all gas no brakes I’m all gas no brakes I’m all gas no brakes I ride dolo, no static And stack chips to the attic I’m on the way drop the addy At the crack of dawn, still at it I’m all gas no brakes I’m all gas no brakes I’m all gas no brakes I’m all gas no brakes
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